Not The Prettiest Of Flowers

(I deliver arrangements for flowers. I take a large flower arrangement to an office where it’s supposed to be sent.)

Me: “Hi, I have a delivery for [Woman]—”

Woman: “No, I don’t want to buy anything. Shut the door on your way out.”

Me: “Ma’am, the flowers are already pai—”

Woman: “Did you not hear me? GET THE F*** OUT! I’m not buying s***!”

(Getting annoyed I look at the enclosure card to see who purchased them. The card read “Happy Birthday, Love Jack.”)

Me: “They’re from someone named Jack. They wanted to wish you a happy birthday. As I was trying to say before you kept interrupting me, they’re already paid for.”

(She turned bright red as I set the vase on her desk.)