In college, I had a good friend, A., who was cynical like me, and we had a third friend, M. who was sweet-tempered and trusting. A. and I used to cattily but lovingly joke behind M.’s back that she thought about nothing but candy and flowers all day long. We laughed uproariously, imagining a “thought cloud” above her head, with swing dancing candy and flowers occupying her every waking moment.
One time all three of us were at a party, and after a few drinks were consumed, M. said something rather witless. “M., when was the last time you thought about candy and flowers?” A. asked her, nudging me.
M.’s face lit up. “Candy and flowers! Like Easter!”
(This random memory brought to you by Many Recent Thoughts of Candy and Flowers. I think I’m losing my edge.)
