Roses for My Wife 　　On the way home one night, I spotted some fresh-cut roses outside a florist's shop. After selecting a dozen and entering the shop, I was greeted by a young saleswoman. 　　Are these for your wife, sir? she asked. 　　Yes, I said. 　　For her birthday? she asked. 　　No, I replied. 　　For your anniversary? 　　No, I said again.

　　As I pocketed my change and headed toward the door, the young woman called out, I hope she forgives you.