How utterly considerate

So I was brushing my teeth yesterday. Now that’s something I do practically every night. Ha. Practically every night. Practical! Anywho, during this particular toothbrush-session, I was pondering about whether my co-workers will feel obliged to give me something, presumably flowers, when I leave them and my job in December. I settled for “probably not” but couldn’t help speculating about what kind of flowers I probably would not get. And don’t stop reading now, because this is an interesting fact. Not eyebrowraisingly interesting, but at least...

Hm. I seriously think the word interesting was an exaggeration. I am sorry.

Oh well. All I wanted to say was that we usually give people flowers in pots, and not cut flowers in bouquets.

Why?

Because we’re considerate.

It’s painful to see flowers rot and decay in their vase, still you can’t throw them away before you see any sign of death. Such a quandary. Flowers in pots, however, are meant to live and, most often, flourish and are therefore more suitable to give to someone you like and appreciate. (The possibility of flowers in pots giving their masters OCD because of their apparent need for water and care has been entirely disregarded by the author, i.e. me.)

That’s why the gorgeous but short-lived cut flowers are mainly given (in abundance) to people at their very funeral. Or, in smaller amounts, when they for some reason have awoken jealousy and/or bitterness in other people. I’m talking graduations, weddings or tv-appearances.

It’s all extremely obvious to me.



I know Ape, I was supposed to post something on the Danes, their close to obsessive love of pork and their now somewhat logical hostility towards Muslims. But I thought about it and came to the conclusion that neither topic was very oddball but flowers were more contemporary.