Pink roses

By our Cheeky Monkey website manager and guest writer Addison West

I woke up early on a September Sunday somewhat grumpy for reasons I cannot remember.

As I skulked through Carroll Gardens doing my errands for the day, the nice weather lifted my spirits slightly.

My last stop was a flower shop for something to bring home to my partner.

Later, walking down my block with the bunch of pink roses I had picked out, I heard a man say: “Wow! ¡Qué lindo!”

I turned and saw my barber and his buddies working on a car.

“¿Para tu novia?” he asked with a smile.

Yes, I said.

I was no longer grumpy.