She was a youngish woman who graduated from pharmacy school a couple of years before I did and who currently works in the pharmacy of the outpatient clinic on the first floor.
I’ve never really seen much of her, as I work in-patient (3rd, 4th, and 6th). I was outside, enjoying my lunch, when she chose to join me, completely ignoring the three other benches that also lined the courtyard.
She was eating a frozen dinner and thumbing through a wedding magazine, holding up pages every so often so that I could see.
I wasn’t much in the mood to talk (my reason for taking my lunch outside) but did try and smile each time she pointed to something new.
It must have encouraged her because the next time she held open a page for me she asked, “So what do you think?”
It was a new take on the classic bouquet in which the flowers are gathered into a spherical shape (no stems) and a ribbon looping from the top holds the arrangement. It resembled a gigantic Christmas ornament (and is meant to be dangled as such). They are terribly, horribly, sinfully ugly.
In my opinion, anyway.
I gave it a through once over before shrugging and telling her that it wouldn’t have been my first choice.
Those were my exact words, “It wouldn’t be my first choice.”
She laughed, shaking her head and told me, “Really, Jamalyn,” somehow I begrudge her the use of my first name, “You are too pragmatic.”
Pragmatic? Is that really the word she was looking for?
She studied the picture for a few more seconds before turning the page, “You’re right though,” she placed a forkful of her dinner in her mouth, continuing to speak through the now present food, “It is tacky.”
And then she giggled.
I really didn’t know what to think.