By W.R. Jones
I was working all last week with Raha, an engineer at St. Jude Medical in Sunnyvale. She won’t admit to being an engineer; if anyone asks she claims to be a stay at home mother.
We walked to the downtown area for lunch one day and on the way back I spotted these flowers and figured they would be good for a still life setup in my hotel room. Raha was aghast as I picked them and accused me of stealing.
They looked like wild flowers to me. Sort of like those in my neighbor’s back yard. Speaking of them, I should get a lawyer. They connected some very BRIGHT lights to come on when anyone scaled their back fence. I could have been blinded. It damn near gave me a heart attack as well. They are rude and I’m not speaking to them.
As I was saying, the flowers looked wild to me. Raha thought otherwise as they were on the lawn of an apartment complex we were crossing. When a man in uniform came around the corner she told me I was in trouble now. That man was a security guard and I would be arrested. She also said he was taking my picture and in fact he did seem to be doing just that.
In my loudest voice I said to Raha, “Here, these flowers should help you feel better. I’m so sorry you lost your four children in that flaming car wreck this morning. Is that why you were late for work? Also, it is thanks for buying lunch.”
It worked, I was not arrested. Raha is not speaking to me any more; don’t know why. I personally think any flower that does not come when you call is wild.