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Dear florist:
My boyfriend was sweet enough to order me flowers on Valentine's Day. I've had a really fucking ROTTEN week for the most part, what with being sick and having my apartment flood and all that. I was looking forward to picking those flowers up yesterday. They would have helped brighten my day. You never delivered them.
When my boyfriend called you to complain, you assured him that you would deliver them to my office today. He asked you to deliver them by 3pm, since that's when I'm leaving. You said you would be sure to do so. Well, guess what? STILL NO FUCKING FLOWERS.
Fuck you, florist. It's a goddamn good thing you're refunding him his money. This is unbelievable.
My boyfriend was sweet enough to order me flowers on Valentine's Day. I've had a really fucking ROTTEN week for the most part, what with being sick and having my apartment flood and all that. I was looking forward to picking those flowers up yesterday. They would have helped brighten my day. You never delivered them.
When my boyfriend called you to complain, you assured him that you would deliver them to my office today. He asked you to deliver them by 3pm, since that's when I'm leaving. You said you would be sure to do so. Well, guess what? STILL NO FUCKING FLOWERS.
Fuck you, florist. It's a goddamn good thing you're refunding him his money. This is unbelievable.
