Ponderable...

Here's your ponderable for the day:

 

A woman here at work has ten dozen red roses decorating her office. When I stopped to see them, one of the people gathered there made a comment about "what he must have done, that he needed to send these". Of course not knowing her, my thoughts had immediately gone a different course, toward "what I'd need to do in order to receive those".  Which gave both of us a wicked laugh.

 

Experience has proven all I needed to do for the dozen(s) I've recieved in the past has been to bitch before my birthday. Now, granted the woman at the office is stunning, and no-nonsense sweet, but apparently that alone isn't enough to warrant roses every day, so ten dozen does indeed mean something was amiss, or something shook his foundation.

 

What would it take for you to send or receive a dozen?

Two?

Or Ten?