Roses for My Wife
On the way home one night, I spotted some fresh-cut roses outside a florists 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.“”
给妻子的玫瑰
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。”