Two Fourteen Oh Eight

Passing through the main doors of my SoHo office building this morning, there's a slight-figured hapa girl giggling with embarrassment.  The flower delivery guy thought it was equally amusing that her flower arrangement was so tall that she could barely hold it without help.  I hear her squeak out, "I'm so embarrassed to bring this to my office."  Pshaw, my friend.  You know you'll savor every morsel of attention. I don't know what kind of flowers or how many stems she received, but the size of the arrangement was easily over 4 feet tall.  Over 4 feet tall.  I guess her boyfriend really really wanted to say "I love you."  

As Giggly clumsily carried her cumbersome gift towards the elevator, I quickly bypassed her and  gingerly stepped onto the near-empty elevator.  After removing my gloves, I suppressed the shockingly strong urge to press the "close doors" button and was handsomely rewarded by the single-on-Valentine's-Day god a brief moment later when the elevator doors abruptly shut out Giggly a mere foot away from the brass-colored threshold.  

It's not that I was jealous; it was that Giggly was going to have such a good day what with her ginormous flower delivery first thing in the morning that she probably didn't even notice that we could have held the door for her.

Hope you all celebrated two fourteen in your own special way.