#9 His Valentine is a Ghost
I was eating in a fine dining establishment (Chili’s) several years ago. In the next booth was a really young guy who had a big bunch of roses on the seat next to him.
He kept looking at his watch, looking at the roses, and popping open a ring box for a peek at the ring.
He did this for a half-hour or so, then began calling and texting someone (presumably his girlfriend) over and over.
As we were waiting for our check, he hands my wife the roses, mumbled something, and walked out. Poor guy. —AZScienceTeacher
