The rest of the afternoon is also filled with nice surprises. As if Karen and Tim haven’t done enough, they buy me a gorgeous bouquet of pink and purple flowers.
I eat little (only some miso soup) in anticipation of tonight. I leave the house around 3 for some primping: a manicure, and a hair blow out. I get back to the apartment and Gallo, one of the doormen, hands me a double bouquet of exquisite roses in deep orange and yellow.
He smiles and says, “This is from me and the boys. We all chipped in.” I am overwhelmed. The doormen, porters, super, and handyman have all coordinated to buy me flowers. I’m sure they don’t do this for everyone. I’m pretty demanding, too. I am momentarily stunned with emotion that they like me this much. I feel like Sally Fields accepting her Oscar in 1985, “You like me, right now, you like me!" I stand in front of Gallo and all I can think to say is, “Wow. This is so nice. Thank you so much. I can’t believe you all did this for me.” Then he smiles in a way that makes me realize I’ve been punked. It turns out the flowers are from two very close and thoughtful friends. I imagine that Gallo will probably relay the story to others who work in the building (as I know I would). “Can you believe this? Apartment XY actually thought we took up a collection to buy her flowers?” and they will all laugh at the absurdidty of my believing this. I can't really say I blame them.
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