After receiving a delivery from 1-800-FLOWERS, one of the girls in my office was dreamily talking about how wonderful her husband is. “He does the dishes, the laundry, he cooks and now this.” The other girls looked at each other skeptically and one replied, “Uh oh. You know what that means?”
“That I have a good husband?”
“Um… no. When stuff like that happens to us Spanish girls, it’s time to hire a private investigator, because something is wrong.”
She thought for a moment. "Well, now I'm happy, but if you hear me yelling !#$!@#$ into the phone, you'll know what happened."
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