Final weekend, we had a bridal bathe for my expensive pal Grace of The Spinsters fame. I organized all of the flowers for it, so essentially, I wanted to purchase a considerable amount of flowers. Whereas within the checkout line with all of the flowers, an outdated man who was in entrance of me turned and mentioned “What a beautiful bunch of flowers! What do you want so many for?” to which I mentioned, “For a bridal bathe.” to which he then mentioned “Oh! Is your daughter getting married?”
After which I died. The top.
