The Florist & the Fisherman
12 Jun 2010 1 Comment
After my truck driving fiance delivered stuff at a local CAT plant earlier this week, he decided to go grab a sandwich at the McDonald’s across the street. He left his truck parked at the plant and walked across the street.
Next door to this particular McDonald’s happens to be a florist/greenhouse. As he was approaching, a man that works at the florist stopped Ron with a unique question: “Hey! Are you a fisherman?”
What?!?
Though Ron thought it was very odd, Ron told the man that he used to fish when he was younger, but hadn’t done so in quite a while.
“Oh…hmm…I thought you looked like a fisherman.”
It had been a good week or two since Ron had shaven, so I’m sure he totally looked like he was rockin’ the Deadliest Catch look, but we’re in Illinois.
So the guy then asks what it is that Ron does. And since Ron will patiently talk and listen to whoever about whatever, he explained that he’s a truck driver for a local transportation company.
The guy asked a few more questions about his job and Ron chatted away with him Then the man asks my Fine Fisherman, “So by chance, are you Hawaiian?”
Huh?
Poor Ron is so used to people questioning his ethnicity that he doesn’t think anything of it anymore. So he explained that he was not Hawaiian, but he gets that a lot, along with Samoan and the occasional Pakistani. The later I don’t really see in him, but I’ve been present when he’s been asked.
The man seemed very perplexed by my Hawaiian Hunk-a-burnin’-love and responds with, “Well if you don’t mind me asking, what are you then?”
Dude…He’s Ron.
Ron never gets upset or offended, he just always explains he has one parent that is white and one that was black. He rarely includes that he was raised in a small farm town because if some one is already asking, that last one will have him answering questions for a long time.
The man seemed happy to finally have that mystery explained, “Oh! That explains it. Your facial features were totally throwing me.”
That super foreign two eyes, one nose, and one mouth combination is a rare one!
The man then tells Ron that it was nice talking to him and he’d better let Ron get back to his day. Ron tells the man to have a good day and heads over to McDonald’s cracking up about this bizarre encounter.
As Ron is walking out of McDonald’s and past the florist to his truck, the man stops him again, “Hey! Hold on a second. I have something for you.”
Reluctantly Ron waits while the man runs back into the shop. He had no idea what on earth this man could have for him.
A moment later the guy comes out with a hanging basket of purple flowers and hands them to Ron. Yes…the man gave my Samoan Stud a basket of flowers.
Ron thanked the man and headed back to his truck. So for the rest of the day, Ron made his pick-ups and deliveries with a basket of purple flowers riding shotgun in his truck You can imagine the fun his co-workers had with that one!
Ron's Basket of Flowers
Jun 12, 2010 @ 17:51:46
Great story!