And I wasn't even wearing yellow....

It was a beautiful day here yesterday and I was having an "excellent" day (more on that to follow in another post...). I was working when a man entered the store with a rose. I had just answered the phone and we had several customers milling about. I was not thinking this gift was intended for me. I was indeed taken aback when he handed me the rose and said, "a beautiful flower for a beautiful woman." As quickly as he appeared he was gone. I hung up the phone and had a stunned look on my face when I peeked inside the package and saw that it was a YELLOW rose. How did this stranger know that I was from Texas, first of all and secondly that I have an affinity for yellow. Bizarre!

Well, my boss and I and a few of our clients had a good giggle about the incident and I pretty much didn't think about it again for the next few hours. As part of my daily routine, I had to go to the tailors, which is just about a block away from the store. Much to my surprise, my flower man, was waiting outside our building when I returned. As I was entering, I hear a , "hey, hey" but completely ignore it because who the heck knows me downtown. Then as I am opening the door, he is right beside me speaking quickly and saying, "Hey, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" To say I was caught off guard is an understatement. I stammered, "No, I am still working." I kept walking and he followed. He said again that I was beautiful, I kept walking.

He didn't follow me into my store, but he obviously knows where I work! I do not like the feeling of looking over my shoulder or feeling as if I am being watched. I am sure the sentiment will fade over time, but I realize I shouldn't let my guard down either. I am off to work again this a.m. and I will probably weigh my clothing choices carefully. Not that I think that we should allow others to dictate what we wear, but I am conscious that other people are watching my choices closer than I would like.