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.