adventures of c & k: an afternoon snack
I ate a mouthful of my own words yesterday afternoon when I admitted that some surprises aren’t so bad… especially when they come in the form of a dozen red roses.
Karl had a couple of meetings in the city on Wednesday so he stopped by the office to say hello and meet a few of my co-workers who have been asking to meet him. Actually, my boss insisted Karl come in for an interrogation, which I knew sounded a lot worse than it would be. He passed the ‘interrogation’ easily, as I knew he would.
Karl visiting me at work wasn’t a surprise. But when I saw him come off the elevator the second time, I thought he had forgotten something. Instead he surprised me with roses. That’s when I ate my afternoon snack. I guess I’m not opposed to all surprises: flowers are a perfectly acceptable surprise.