As this year's Valentines Day draws to a close (considering it's 3am as I write this, i guess we are past the apex of its "Valentinea"), I would like to take this time to reflect upon the absolute crap-hole of a day this is if you work in a retail setting.
I work in the pharmacy of a rather slow Walgreens. We have rushes, like anyone else, but we generally have a laid back work experience. This was not the case today.
The first sign of the atrocity that was today manifested itself in the parking situation with which I was greeted upon arrival. Or, I should say the lack of a parking situation. I had to circle the bloody building three times, waiting for someone to leave so I could go to work.
When I was finally allowed to enter the soul-sucking vortex from which I will probably never escape, I found that the line at the front register resembled the one at the DMV, except that it was about 80% male, and most of these had flowers and/or candy (which is a pretty sad comment on the "I want it now!" last-minute mindset of our culture). Ever single flower represented was a red rose. I wasn't even aware that Walgreens had flowers, but I guess you can probably score a bouquet of roses at Denny's if you go on February 14th.
I tell you this to pose a question: why are red roses considered the "love" roses? What's wrong with the yellow ones? Or the white? Heck, I've seen purple roses. Why do we neglect all these other colors and go for the red ones?
I think that the color of the flower should say something. Yeah, I know, there is an accepted "give this color if..." scale, but it's crap. Yellow = friendship? There are not words for the awkwardness that would arise from me giving any of my friends yellow roses. Maybe the scale is just for girls. Well, that's even more crap, because it's a sexist scale. I'm a guy, and I want my own scale. I decided to make up my own meaning for one of the least used colors:
Merry Valentines Day to all, and to all, time to go to freaking bed.
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