I discovered that the van has REALLY GOOD BRAKES!

I had a very busy day Friday, I had four funerals, plus innumerable other timed deliveries. But it went well. I was getting everything out on time. I got down to three deliveries. The first was a re-delivery, the recipients weren't home the first time, and then they called, and said that they would pick it up, but then it turned back into a delivery. So it was in the next town on the far side, and I was almost there! I was on the main street, next to the service street, driving to the entrance for the service street. There was another van in the lane to the left of me about a car lenght and a bit ahead of me. Suddenly, it slowed down and came to a stop. I got as far as wondering why he was stopping, when a little boy on his bike went pass the van. I slammed on the brakes. I stopped about six feet from the kid, who was astride the bike but walking it, holding out his hand in a stop motion, while smiling his little wretched head off!. Yes I stopped, but my deliveries didn't. The foams turned upside down, the vases went sideways, lost their water and then they shot into the back of the seats! All of the deliveries had broken flowers.

If I could have legally stopped, I would have and spank the little boy. But, no stopping, and I drove to the entrance of the service street and pulled over. I open the side door. Water gushes out. The first thing I see, is the delivery for that street, was UNDER the seat. I pick it up. The glad spears were broken. I then pick up the vases and examine the flowers. So many broken flowers! I have a little cry on the side of the van. A man biking by looks at me. I suck it up and call the store and tell them I have to bring the deliveries back. For some reason, Amber thinks I have hit a sign. Did I say sign, no I did not! Where did she get that from?

At first I think it's only two, that the third for the hospital just needs it's water back. But I drive to the hospital, and start to take that delivery in, I realize that it has broken flowers too! I take them all back to the shop. They keep asking me what happen (Amber?), and I keep telling them I had to stop for a jaywalking boy on a bike that I didn't see because of the other van. They don't really seem to get this. Some how they work their magic, even although they can't replace the flowers (all those colors were used up in them), and some how make them look presentable. I retake them, get compliments on them, (I'm sweating at that), and so far no one has called to complain about the flowers.

Stupid boy.