So there I was, standing there in the middle of the road, wearing a tuxedo, a top hat, with flowers in my right hand and a box of cheap chocolates in my left. The chocolates were bought in a second hand store that sold old clothes. The lady behind the counter told me it wasn't for sale and said something about it beings hers, but I knew she was lying. I paid her the 50 cents, took the box and walked out of the store just as her big burly husband with a big burly moustache came from behind the back room with a big burly baseball bat. As I walked down the road, the big burly man stood in front of the store shouting profanities in my direction.

I stopped and pondered, should I go back and get my change of 20 cents?

Charity, I shrugged to myself and walked on.

The flowers, on the other hand, were a different story.