Years ago, I had a job delivering flowers. I liked doing it; it was more interesting than it probably sounds. I brought flowers to mothers who had just given birth, which was always nice. I’d get to stop off at the maternity ward and peek in through the window at all the freshly born babies. I brought flowers to strippers who were being pestered by sad guys who wanted to go out with them. I also delivered flowers to funerals, which was my least favorite part of the job. (I would walk into the chapel before anybody else was there, and there would be a body in the casket and I was all alone with them. Creepy.) The thing I really liked about the job was that people were almost always really happy to see you; you were bringing them something that made them happy. Plus, the air-conditioned van was nice on hot summer days!