A dialogue from the movie My cousin Vinny. Love the movie btw.
Vinny Gambini wants to go deer hunting. Mona Lisa Vito-his fiancee does not approve of it. Here's the conversation:
Vinny Gambini: What about these pants I got on? You think they're okay?
Mona Lisa Vito: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?
The post is titled "Flowers as gifts". Yeah I'm coming to that.
I really don't like giving flowers at reception/marriages/birthdays/any occasions. Not only is it a waste of money, its waste of flowers as well. I mean yeah it really is "awww, how nice, you got flowers!" But the very next second its lying on the floor, probably being trampled on by somebody. Whats the point, really? Its either a I-don't-know-you-very-well gift or a I-don't-know-what-else-to-give-you gift.
But at times, even I've ended up giving flowers. They wrap it in such pretty wrappers with ribbons and stuff. But still, I don't approve of flowers as gifts.
Coming back to the movie reference I made at the beginning, the flower, if it could think, wouldn't really care what clothes you were wearing. Go naked or suit up, won't matter to the flower.
PS. Thats just from the flower's point of view.
