Check It Out

Please don't pick the daisies*

Rich shares what we're pretty sure is not an isolated incident.

"Last week, I took my wife to the Rex birthing center."

Hey! Congratulations!

"She was having contractions, but it turned out to be false labor."

Better safe than learning midwifery on the fly. Sorry. We'll let you finish.

"Right before we were going to enter the main doors, I saw two young (16) females kneeling down by the flowers outside that were in a mulched bed. One had on pink frizzy shoes that look like the ones doctors wear."

We thought they wore Manolo Blahniks. Again, sorry, Rich. Proceed. Tick-a-lock.

"She proceeded to rip out a clump of flowers and throw the stem into the bushes. I thought she might have been a patient, but then they headed inside the birthing center. Apparently, they were too cheap to buy their own flowers so they decided to dig up one there. I would have said something, but I was too focused on my wife at the time."

Forgiven, Rich.

And girls, let the living flowers be. You can pick up a nice bouquet cheap at the Teeter.

Just ask your dads.

*Yes, we know the book and 1960s TV show based on it was "Please Don't Eat the Daisies," so don't write. And for you kids once again wondering what the Boomer we're talking about: imdb.com/title/tt0058840.

Big Ears: weighing in

Marlene in Cary overheard something for our new Big Ears feature. Marlene?

"I was standing there choosing from the many delights behind the bakery counter at the Fresh Market in Cary when I overheard the following remark. Two women hovered and admired the desserts but left without buying, one of them muttering smugly, 'Oh well, there's a reason I'm a size two/four instead of a 10.' Meow!

"By the way, the cappuccino hazelnut cheesecake was superb."

Good for you, Marlene.