I worked for a flower shop part-time my junior and senior in college. It was owned by an elderly man named Mr. White. Mr. White was very cool for his age and got along well with the college students he employed. He often said things that didnt seem to make sense but when I asked him what he meant, he replied that I would understand some day. I remember him telling me when I interviewed that I would be good for business. I took it as a compliment but didnt really know what he meant by it. His delivery people wore all white uniforms; he said it helped people to remember his name. When he hired me and handed me my uniform, he said, be damned sure you where white shorts. I had a few strange experiences while making deliveries, flowers really do make women emotional. It was common for women to burst into tears. I delivered in the afternoon because of my class schedule. Some of the guys with the morning routes often told stories of good looking women coming to the door in their panties and bras, getting all emotional and hugging them. Mr. White overhead the stories at times and said that he had a million of his own. Near the end of my junior year, I had a delivery experience that made me understand much of what Mr. White really meant. It was a Monday afternoon delivery that included the usual restaurants and then a residence. I pulled up to this mansion at the end of a street and rang the doorbell. A beautiful blonde dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt appeared at the door. I would guess she was in her early thirties and oh did she have incredible tits. She invited me into the kitchen where I was to set the flowers. There was another woman there who appeared to be sharing an afternoon glass of wine. She commented on the beauty of the flowers. The first woman laughed and said it meant that her husband had already been unfaithful. He left Sunday on a week-long business trip and she was already getting flowers. Her friend said that she couldnt understand why he would go after anyone else. I got the feeling that this had been discussed between them before. Feeling the tension, I turned and tried to escape as quickly as possible. Too late, the friend of the woman asked if I agreed that she was beautiful. As any horny 20 year old male would do, I turned towards them and replied that she was absolutely stunning. Wow, as I listened to myself, I thought I even sounded like a player. I got two big smiles and headed out the door. Tuesday I had classes all day and didnt work. I looked over my delivery schedule Wednesday when I returned noticing that the mansion was on the list again. I asked Mr. White if there was a delivery there on Tuesday. He said that there wasnt. He said a lady did call Tuesday to place an order for that residence. She asked for the same delivery man. Mr. White told her that I only worked Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The woman then asked that the delivery be made Wednesday by the same person. Mr. White chuckled and reminded me that I would be good for business.