I boarded the train and took my seat. The seat next to me was
empty, but not for long. A young mother boarded with her
5-year-old daughter and Mom sat down in the seat beside me.
I offered my seat to the little girl but Mom said no, she'd
sit the young one on her lap. So here I am holding my roses,
now with a little lady straining to see what I was holding.

"What ya got, mister?" she asked.
(Mom is getting a bit flustered and tells her to mind her
business.)

I leaned the "package" over a bit and she looks and says
loudly, "Ohhhh, ROSES!, who are they for?"

(Now, Mom is embarrassed and tapping her on the rear telling
her to sit down.)

I said, "they're for my girlfriend".

She says again with a loud voice, "WOW, pretty RED ones,
and a lot of them, too! Man, you really must have screwed up!"