Just happened:
*lady walks into the shop and looks around for a second*
Her: Do you have red roses?
Me: *points them out* yup right in that cooler.
How many were you looking for?
Her: I’m not sure, can I pick my own?
Me: To avoid broken merchandise (including flowers) we usually don’t let customers pick their own flowers
Her: Oh well some flower shops actually let me pick my own
Me: I totally get that, but it’s just something my boss is big on.
In my head: THEN FUCKING GO TO THOSE OTHER FLOWER SHOPS IF YOU WANT TO PICK YOUR OWN SHIT I’M NOT GETTING IN TROUBLE OVER YOUR HIGH MAINTENANCE ASS I DO THIS FOR A LIVING SO STFU AND TRUST ME TO PICK OUT BASIC ASS UGLY RED ROSES!














