ANOTHER TRUE STORY

 ANOTHER TRUE STORY

As you can see, again this year, our roses have arrived lush and plentiful.  It is indeed a blessing to be able to go out every spring and watch them as they awaken and bloom.

It is also a blessing to have the vase that holds some of them this year.

And yes, this is about that vase.

When I worked for the Federal Government, I interviewed many people for jobs.

On this particular day, I was interviewing candidates for a temporary office manager/assistant position.

In walked this young woman, smiling and extending her hand in greeting. 

Good handshake I thought.  I liked her right away.

I began my battery of questions, follow-ups and whatever. The usual BS.

Along the way, one of us must have said something uproariously funny because we soon found ourselves laughing so hard, we were in tears.

Suddenly, in mid-laugh, her false teeth flew out of her mouth and landed on the table in front of us.

Both momentarily taken aback, we were silent for the few seconds it took her to pick them up and put them back in place.

She looked at me.  I looked at her.

We again fell into uncontrolled, crazy laughter.

When we recovered, I hired her on the spot.

Being in the temp game, she only stayed a few months, and we soon lost track of each other, but on her last day, she gave me this vase.

It has been a treasured vessel of all manner of flowers for the last 25 years and still brings on the laughter and warmth from that special day.