Wednesday our secretaries asked a student to deliver some roses to a teacher. Holding the vase with both hands, he was unable to open the door so I pushed it open for him and commented, "Oh what beautiful flowers." I leaned over to smell them and he gave me a quizzical look but kept on walking. On his way down the hall I heard him mutter to himself, "Why would someone give roses to someone? These flowers smell terrible!" Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not?
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