He meant to go straight home from work. He'd hoped for nothing more than that. In his mind he's already there, kicked off his shoes and drinking beer. But since when has his life made sense? The girls on the phone never stop to ask. “Please buy flowers and a thrift store suit. I'll explain later, but I know you'll look cute”. Not all yankees wear pinstripes, not our hero. In a vest, sneakers and corduroy, he looks around and wonders silently, "am I a chimney sweep or a grown-up like all the rest? Surely I was sleeping when I got myself dressed". New Hampshire boys and Boston girls, three centuries of first dates at a cocktail party. And this is why: he gives her crushed daisies, and she straightens his tie.
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