John..., I called out. Yes, Ms Lori. We have to deliver these roses, lilies, and tulips to the following addresses respectively ASAP. I said handing him a piece of paper with the addresses written on it. Now get going. I instructed John one of my delivery guys. today was a very busy day The oldest were coming in like crazy. Not that it was a bad thing because money is good.
Ring ring ring... The phone rang. I went over to answer. Maybe it's another order I talk to myself. Hello, I said. Hello, the person at the other end of the phone responded, is this LJ Flower Heaven? The person asked. Yeah, I answered. How may I help you? I inquired politely. One of your delivery trucks had an accident on Main Street Avenue. The person said to the driver - how is he? I asked. He survived the accident. He has a few broken bones and it's being taken to the hospital right now. The person said. Thank you and please send the hospital address to me I said and ended the call.
Guys, we have a problem. Lawrence is in the hospital. Now I need a new delivery guy. The flower show is in four weeks and I'll also need a new driver. Any suggestions, ideas, anything? I said frustratedly.
My grandson can be the truck driver for the time you find a new driver. Mrs Wilma proposed. Mark has school to attend but thanks anyway I told Mrs Wilma. I'll just have to put up flyers stating that I need a new driver but of course, all terms and conditions apply. Now that that is resolved, Michael!!..., I called out. Yes Miss Lori, the answer. Go make preparations for the flyer, I'll go visit Lawrence in the hospital. I told him.
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How can this day get any worse, the truck had an accident, Lawrence is hurt, Gideons on his honeymoon, I can't drive and my mom won't stop bugging me about this boring family get-together.
My name is Lorian Jackson. I'm 23 years old. I graduated first class at Harvard University. My dad's a commercial farmer and my mom's a florist and I own the largest flower shop in Geneva Switzerland. I couldn't be more proud of myself except for the fact that I can't drive. I mean, how is that even possible?
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Ma'am, ma'am, please are you all right? The taxi driver asked concerned that something was bothering me. I was jolted back to reality. I'm fine I reassured him. Umm, ma'am we are here he told me. okay, I replied.
I entered the hospital, spoke to the doctor, and went to see Lawrence. He was okay just that he had cases on his arms and legs. We spoke for a while and I left so he could take his rest. Get well soon all right. I said as I left.