So I went with Jewel to an appointment this week with the flower people. The lady took us over to the meeting area, and I stopped in horror.

It was a little cove in the side of the store filled with pink frilly stuff, creams, lotions, powders, candles, fancy vases and dishes, a small cutesy wrought iron table and 2 chairs, more pink stuff, soft ambiant lighting, and further accented by “soothing” instrumental music.

I nearly broke out in hives. I started stuttering and stammering to Jewel and she kindly excused me to go browse the adjoining hardware store.