Imagine this...I'm stepping out on my lunch break from work, my hands are full and I'm a woman on a mission, elbows at 90 degree angles, heading to the post office, for an all important mailing session. I have just managed to light, albeit clumsily, the much needed Marlborough Menthal to get me through the lunch hour rush in town. All I know is I'm half way through my day job and I'll soon be gleefully driving home with another day in the office done. Out of nowhere comes the said Stranger, who thrusts a bunch of lillies in green flower stall wrapper in my face! Wow! I stop. He bumbles on to tell me that he has seen me a few times and just had to do this today or he would never do it! I am flabberghasted! And in true idiot style I say "Good for you...how cool is it to give a stranger flowers...and more people should do this...blah blah-dee blah!" He then pushes a torn off piece of paper into my hand and tells me his name is Phil and that he would REALLY like to take me out. This is the stuff movies are made of, right? I mean, ok let's take a raincheck here. He is pushing 40, slightly receding, smart casual, harmless looking. At this stage I am feeling totally elated! What a fantastic thing to do to make someones day....I am now babbling, I introduce myself and ask if he works locally. 'No' is the Strangers response he works from home, but his grandmother lives in town - all very sweet I think. There's an awkward pause and thank him again for being so spontaneous and nice. I walk off in the direction of the masses and the mailing station commonly known as a frigging undoubtedly rammed post office and he heads in the other direction. I am beaming..expecting all my passers by to now realise that I just got given flowers by a stranger. This is like an old fashioned musical should I pirouette around the lampost or go legs akimbo over the taxs on the rank? Erm no....just keep walking, try not to set the lillies on fire with the Marlborough Menthal.

Fast Forward 2 days....

It's Friday morning, I am in the office...thanking fuck it is Friday and I am facing 2 whole days away from the brain drain misery - yipee! The phone rings...I pick up...a male voice says Hi it's Phil. My mind races....Phil...any clients that I'm on first name terms with, called Phil - erm NO. Then the icy discomfort flows over me. Phil is the Stranger with the flowers. He apologises for calling me in work. But all I can think is, all my mind is consumed with is, is how does Phil know where I work? My mind races back to that conversation on the street and I am certain that my workplace was not discussed or disclosed.....I feel awkward, intruded upon and I just want to get off the phone. He asks me if he could take me out for lunch today. I stutter and stumble and bascially make my excuses that I have plans, which i dont, I will be mainly freezing my tits off, eating a soggy sandwich in the park, but hey. And as I place the receiver down I feel incredibly uneasy.