I will soon be sixty years old and my life: jerky, frivolous, provocative and sometimes even very deceiving - is slowly disappearing into oblivion. Summer, 2019. A sudden change, from the sweltering heat to cool, (whoever knows the subject), when at night the thermometer column is kept at +30 C degrees, and during the day it is selected up to + 40 C - the temperature is twenty-five degrees Celsius - it’s already cold. 
Six o’clock pm. The air feels cool. Most people end a working day, a working week, in a word - Friday. I’m standing, a certain one, near the central park, in Poltava, waiting for “potential customers” - I’m nervous looking around. I have a “bad habit” of coming to meetings on time and naively expecting everyone to be similarly punctual. The guy who was ten steps away from me often looked at his watch, called somewhere, and by his appearance one could understand that he was waiting for the girl. Most likely, she is “decently” late. We exchanged glances and smiled at each other with understanding. And then, suddenly out of nowhere, my old acquaintance appeared, with an armful of flowers and a little drunk.
- What kind of holiday? Who are the flowers? - I ask.
A friend answered with a sense of humor - today is “Day of the beer glass.” - Seriously - Friday. Colleagues presented flowers. Let’s go drink a glass of beer.
I politely refused. - Take it - he poked me a bouquet, with resentment at my refusal to keep him company, a friend went on, in search of adventure.
Some strange feeling pierced my body. A few minutes later a serious meeting, and I, like a romantic lover, with flowers and an idiotic smile on my face. I wanted to throw it in the trash, but somehow uncomfortable - a beautiful bouquet of roses. I looked at my colleague on expectation and realized that he did not mind getting a free bouquet. Nodding his head, he suggested. He gladly accepted flowers from me, which did me a great service. And just a few minutes later his girlfriend came. How pleasant she was, it must have been seen! And while she hugged him, he looked at me and thanked again.
The meeting was successful, we agreed on a new project. The mood is excellent. When driving home, thought of a bouquet of flowers, which passed, a young guy. I stopped and bought a bouquet for his wife.
Give flowers - it is a trifle, and emotions - a fountain. Do not forget about it. Enjoy your life. All positive emotions!