On the way home one night, I spotted some fresh-cut roses outside a florist's shop. After selecting a dozen and entering the shop, I was greeted by a young saleswoman. Are these for your wife, sir? she asked. Yes, I said. For her birthday? she asked. No, I replied. For your anniversary? No, I said again. As I pocketed my change and headed toward the door, the young woman called out, I hope she forgives you. 一天晚上回家的路上，我看到一家花店外面有一些刚剪下来的玫瑰。我挑了一打，走进店里，一个年轻的女售货员跟我打了个招呼。 先生，这些是送给你妻子的吗?她问道。 是的，我说。 她的生日?她问。 不是，我回答。 你们的结婚纪念日? 不是，我又答道。 当我将找回的钱装进口袋，朝门口走去时，那年轻的女人冲我喊道：希望她能原谅你。