We live in an area where there are not only panhandlers on the corners of most busy intersections, but also “mobile florists”. Guys holding about a dozen bunches of roses in various colors strolling up and down the median while you wait for the light to change.
Coming home from a usual weekly appointment, at a light that last week contained a familiar woman with a “please help” sign, a man holds his arms toward my sweet hubby’s car. We are in two cars since he meets me at the appointment. I am waiting behind him in line. I expect to have to shake my head “no” to the flower man as he moves on, but to my surprise, I see hubby put down his window! He hands the bills to the man who looks at me and back at him. He walks to me smiling. I put my window down to “pick one”…
What a romantic surprise!