This Flower Smells Of Sweet Condescension

(I needed a specific type of flower for my grandmother, because they were her favourite. I called the local flower shop to ask if they had these flowers.)

Me: “Hi, I was just wondering if you guys carried lilacs?”

Florist: “What flowers? Lilacs? Honey… do you know what time of year lilacs grow?”

Me: “Uhm, no, I don’t actually.”

Florist: “Well, they certainly don’t grow right now. Maybe think your request through next time, eh, sweetie?”

(It being winter in Northern Canada, I assume no flowers grow at this time of year. If they only sold what they could grow right now I assume they would go out of business! Also, considering I was in my twenties, being called honey and sweetie was a very condescending way to speak. I never went back there.)