A Valentine's Day Story

A Valentine's Day Story

For a number of years, my wife's mom owned two flower shops. One was located in Atkins and the other in Russellville. Mother's Day and Valentine's Day are the two busiest and most profitable days of the whole year. The weeks leading up these holidays turn every flower shop in America into a mad house. Fourteen to eighteen hour days are not uncommon. If you're ordering flowers, be nice to the folks at the flower shop.

My mother-in-law would recruit whoever she could to help at the flower shop when the holidays came around. One year, she hired her then sister-in-law, Elaine, to work for Valentines. As I understand it, Elaine was a very intelligent woman and con artist. She collected college degrees (German, Biology, and something else I think) and wealthy husbands with equal enthusiasm.

I'm not sure that she was all too excited with working at the flower shop. She was spared any of the actual design work, and spent most of her time filling out the cards that accompanied the flowers. She got tired of signing writing "Happy Valentine's Day," over and over, so she shortened it to, "Happy VD."

A few hours later after these cards started going out, frantic phone calls came pouring into the flower shop. Scores of people were calling to find out who had sent the flowers (of course some were sent anonymously) and what did they mean by VD?! Apparently, a lot of folks were worried that they'd caught the clap for the holidays.

So, hope y'all have a Happy VD!