So I finally left the office after my brain stopped Miltoning (Milton is officially a noun, verb, and adjective now because I say so), and the first thing I noticed was that it was raining. I didn’t have an umbrella because I’d been at work for 16 hours, and it wasn’t raining for most of the day, so I went back in to grab one plastic bag for my stuff and one for over my head.
So then I came back out and walked for seven or so minutes to my car, passing myriad drunk people, including one person who laughed very loudly when I walked by with my bag-headcover; I stepped in multiple puddles (in open-toed shoes), and then finally, finally got to my car, put everything in my trunk, and got inside.
And then I saw this.
That’s right. Someone left a (by then very wet) white rose underneath one of my windshield wipers.
None of the other cars nearby had roses that I could see. I stood in the rain to check.
I literally have no idea what’s going on. Is a mystery person in love with me? Are they in love with my car? Have I been marked for death by a group of elite assassins? Tune in tomorrow, folks, to possibly find out!