The blonde looks puzzled and says,
“Don’t you have a couch?”
The brunette blinks. “What does that have to do with anything?”
The blonde shrugs and replies,
“Well, whenever I get flowers, I just admire them on the table… not practice gymnastics for two days straight.”
The brunette laughs, “Yeah, well, my boyfriend thinks flowers are currency.”
The blonde smirks, “Tell him you only accept chocolates next time — way easier on the knees.”
They both laugh and keep walking — one thinking about roses, the other thinking about orthopedic pillows.
