Red Roses
Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 10:42 amA man boarded the train and took his seat. The seat next to him was empty, but not for long.
A mother boarded with her five year-old daughter and sat down in the seat beside him. He offered his seat to the little girl but her Mum said no, she'd sit the young one on her lap.
So he sat holding some roses, now with a little lady straining to see what he was holding.
"What have you got, mister?" she asked.
(Her Mum is getting a bit flustered and tells her to mind her own business.)
He leaned the "package" over a bit and she looked and said loudly, "Ooh, roses, who are they for?"
(Now her Mum is embarrassed and tapping her on the rear telling her to sit down.)
He said, "They're for my girlfriend."
She says again with a loud voice, "Wow, pretty red ones, and a lot of them, too!
A mother boarded with her five year-old daughter and sat down in the seat beside him. He offered his seat to the little girl but her Mum said no, she'd sit the young one on her lap.
So he sat holding some roses, now with a little lady straining to see what he was holding.
"What have you got, mister?" she asked.
(Her Mum is getting a bit flustered and tells her to mind her own business.)
He leaned the "package" over a bit and she looked and said loudly, "Ooh, roses, who are they for?"
(Now her Mum is embarrassed and tapping her on the rear telling her to sit down.)
He said, "They're for my girlfriend."
She says again with a loud voice, "Wow, pretty red ones, and a lot of them, too!
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