Not a fan of V-day

So tomorrow is Valentine's Day. A day where you are suppose to show your significant other how much you love them by buying them some sort of gift to include but not limited to flowers, candy, stuffed animals, jewerly, or whatever they are wanting at the time of this very commerical holiday. Can you really even call it a holiday.
Now when I was still living in NC my father made friends with a florist in town and every V-day and Mother's day we got the call from Dave about delivering flowers for him. It was a good deal, we would make like $6 a delivery and you could load your car up with the same zip code and be on your merry way (only after you spent 30 minutes mapping out your route).
The best deliveries to get were the offices of any sort (doctors, lawyers, school offices, etc.). I would walk in with a beautiful bouquet of some sort of flower and the whole office would stop what they were doing and watch me walk up to the counter and I would look at the card to see who's name I was going to call. It was like watching and episode of ANTM or American Idol or something. I would call the name, and look for the smiling face and watch the rest of the faces return to their work looking at the clock slightly, wondering when their flowers were going to turn up.
It was really nice the first year that I did it and Mother's Day was just about the same. It wasn't really about the money, it was the look on their faces when they got their flowers that I had no part in arranging, I just delivered them. Now remember that phrase, "I just deliver them."
The following year I did the same. V-day would roll around, I would gas up the car and head out to deliver flowers. But this year we were a little short on drivers. I worked until the sun went down and Dave told us that it was to late to deliver the rest of the flowers today and that they would have to be delivered the next day, February 15th....Not Valentine's Day!!!
I walked in a little weary of how this was all going to work. Were people going to yell at me for not having their flowers to them on the 14th. Would some be okay with getting their flowers a day late. Hey better late than never right? Before we left the shop, Dave told us that not everyone is going to accept the flowers and just to deliver as many as we could and if there were any major problems about people getting their flowers late just give them a business card and have them call the shop. So we all took our stack of cards, loaded our vechiles, mapped our route and headed out, into the lion's den.
Now if you have ever worked any kind of retail (which I have since I was about 13) you are going to come across some angry people, who no matter what you say or do to remedy the situation are still not going to be happy.
The first few were okay, I would apoligize for not bring them yesterday and the boyfriend who was in hot water before had a look of relief on his face and mouthed 'Thank You' to me for taking them out of the dog house.
I had one woman who answered the door and I couldn't get a word in edge-wise and said to me, "Those were suppose to be delivered yesterday, I don't want them, bring them back!" and slammed the door in my face. I didn't even get an I'm sorry out of my mouth before I was dragging my feet back to my car. Now I'm not sure but I don't remember if we got paid for all the ones that refused their flowers, I believe that we did. Anyways....I remember one in particular.
I was driving around in this very nice neighborhood looking for this house. I finally found and opened up the back of my Chev Blazer and pulled out a dozen red/orange roses. Don't ask, I think they were orange. So I start walking up to the door and this woman comes out waving her arms back and forth saying those were suppose to be delivered yesterday and my daughter was very upset and thought that her boyfriend who is in Iraq forgot all about her and they had such a bad V-day last year and blah blah blah.
I back up immediately and try to retreat for the car but this woman is very persistant. I (in my kindest calmest voice, when in all reality I'm ready to rip her voice box out of her throat so that she will shut up) explain to her what had happened. Well what a drama story I got after that. The daughter comes out about 2 minutes later and she kindly explains what happened last year. It came down to this was suppose to be the year that he fixed it all. He ordered the flowers 4 weeks before V-day and they were suppose to be pink (they were orange), the card was wrong, and they were delivered on the wrong day. I guess V-day wasn't their day.
I stayed and eventually both of them calmed down. I apoligized again for the error and said here is the card for the flower shop and please call and complain to them. Poor girl. The worst part was her beau was in Iraq and he wasn't going to get a chance to call for another day or so.
So Tim and I really don't do much for V-day. I don't really expect anything, although I'm like every other girl that works in the office, waiting for my name to be called.
This year I just got him a card, a very simple card, and I got him a Reese PB cup in the shape of a heart. Just enough for him to know that I care, or at least I think so.