My very favorite flower job so far was when a clothing store hired me to make 200 farmer's market-type bouquets for their grand opening. I brought the flowers to the store and gave them away to the first 200 customers. I rolled this huge, wobbly, cart, overflowing with flowers through the mall parking lot. I lugged it up steps, squeezed it onto the elevator, pushed it through the long hallways, got lost, pushed it through the long hallways some more and squeezed it into the tiny store. For the millionth time in my flower career, I found myself thinking, "what that frick!?!?" I get myself into the most awkward situations.
The store opened. After each person completed their purchase at the register, I enthusiastically offered a bouquet. "Would you like some flowers?" I beemed. Without fail, the person looked around the room, like "who? me?" Then they looked at me dubiously, wondering "how much is this going to cost?" "Its free!" I exclaimed "thanks for shopping!". Again, they would look around the room, an expression of happy disbelief washing over. "uh thank you?!" and I swear, they would blush. Then, light up. Out of the store they went, quietly smiling or showing the flowers to their husband, or cradling their little bouquets. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Free flowers brought a few moments of complete joy to each person who received them.