As I was carrying groceries home this afternoon, I saw a meter maid ahead of me on the sidewalk. I would have said hello, but she seemed engrossed in what she was doing. As I passed by, a bright blue Jeep slowed down and stopped in the road beside her. The curly-haired woman behind the wheel leaned out the passenger window and got her attention. As the meter maid approached her, the driver said, "Here's a wrist corsage. It smells wonderful. Put in on and have a lovely afternoon."
When I turned around, the driver was handing the meter maid a corsage of peach flowers.