On the way home one night, I spotted some fresh-cut roses outside a florist's shop. After selecting a dozen and entering the shop, I was greeted by a young saleswoman. "Are these for your wife, sir?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "For her birthday?" she asked. "No," I replied. "For your anniversary?" "No," I said again. As I pocketed my change and headed toward the door, the young woman called out, "I hope she forgives you."

 

一天晚上回家的路上，我看到一家花店外面有一些刚剪下来的玫瑰。我挑了一打，走进店里，一个年轻的女售货员跟我打了个招呼。“先生，这些是送给你妻子的吗？”她问道。“是的，”我说。“她的生日？”她问。“不是，”我回答。“你们的结婚纪念日？”“不是，”我又答道。当我将找回的钱装进口袋，朝门口走去时，那年轻的女人冲我喊道：“希望她能原谅你。”