Feb 15. - Valentine's Sequel

Self,

I was awaken by my phone ringing this morning.

"Hello."

"Hello, may I speak to [Pharaoh]?" says a female voice way too chipper for 8am on a Sunday morning.

"He's not here." I said. I was not trying to hear anything she had to say I wanted to get off the phone before I lost my sleep buzz. "Ah, can I take a message." I did need to know why she was making this call.

"I'm calling from Forrest Lawn Florist and we're trying to make a delivery. We attempted to make the delivery yesterday but nobody was home. Would today be a good day?"

Delivery, for me. "Yeah he should be here after a while." Like when I wake up. Queen Mother is good for dropping a card in the mail just to let folks know she's thinking of you but this is a first.

"We'll be there within the hour. Thank you, bye." The voice was gone.

I dozed back off and was awaken again by a call letting me know that the delivery person was there but could not get in the gate. Damn, management still has not posted the access codes.

I put some clothes on to go downstairs. The delivery woman is holding a gift basket with a big red bow on the top. She asked my name to make sure I was the person for whom the basket was intend, gave it to me and left.

I took the basket upstairs and immediately opened it. It contained:
1 pound heart-shaped box of Russell Stovers chocolates.
12.5 oz bag of Ghiradelli Chocolate Squares
9 oz box of Merci European Chocolates
6 oz box of Dove Blackberry Caramel dark chocolate
5 oz box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates
3 heart-shaped lollipops that are red, pink and purple.

I found the card, it read:

"Happy Valentine's Day [babe] ...
See you soon,
talk to you sooner.

[NY Suitor]"

I was totally surprised. He had asked for my address and I his. So I was expecting that we would be exchanging greeting cards through the mail, so this was......well even sweeter.

I jumped back in my bed and called to thank him for it. No body has ever done that for me before, sure I have sent flowers to people before but never the other way. I told him this. I didn't want to spoil the mood or seem unappreciative of the sentiment so I didn't mention the fact that due to my diabetes that he had essentially sent me a coma in a wicker basket. I just knew that I would have to give a lot of it away and that I would tell him that later.

Well we did talk again a few hours later. Through the conversation, he remember that I'm diabetic, and recognized that the chocolates may not have been the best idea and offered a sincere apology.

I'm touched all that same!

Sincerely,
Pharaoh