I work in a Garden Center.
Yes. I 'know' plants.
(Why else would I be here, sweating,
with pollen all over me, wet from the watering,
and moving 20 pound flats?)
'DUH.'
I always 'enjoy' the ladies....
who have just gotten done with a 'zen' yoga work out,
or a 'strenuous' tennis match,
who come to my shop, and 'challenge' me
on my knowledge of plants.
I know I am covered in dirt.
(And, why yes, I have to work for a living.)
But, baby. I DO 'know' plants.
Today a lady sauntered over to me and asked me:
'Do you know anything about plants?'
I wanted to say:
'I know more about plants
than your plastic surgeon knew about your fake boobs, nails,
and that really bad dye job, honey!'
But I didn't.
I smiled my 'smile'.
And said,
'How may I help you?'
