Jana. To know her is to love her. To know her is to find constant humor in the odd things that she does, especially during flower deliveries. Like the time she chased down a run-away dog in a cemetary to take him home to his worried owners. Or the time I got a call from security at an office building where Jana had unknowingly dumped half the contents of her purse while on a delivery, leaving a random trail behind her. Today, Jana's flip flop broke. The first time, it broke while she was still in the shop. So she fired up the glue gun and fixed that bad boy. Or so she thought. While in the middle of a long delivery run, she discovered that apparently hot glue does not in fact hold flip flops together. So she did the rest of her deliveries, limping down long hallways and sidewalks, climbing stairs, one foot draging behind the other...looking quite similar to Igor. From Frankenstein. Seriously. We are not exagerating one bit here folks.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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I remember years ago that my flipflop center piece came out but I was a kid so I just took it off and went barefoot.
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