Strange experiences of the day

Today I had an interaction with somebody who is so full of hate, they rejected a gift of flowers. Flowers. A couple of daisies in a bud vase. How does somebody become that angry? How do you become so broken inside that little yellow flowers become a object of hate? So very sad.

I am in a coffee shop, and I swear Rose from the new Dr. Who is at the next table. It's terribly distracting. If you don't hear from me again, I've either joined the gang in the Tardis for an out-of-time adventure (I'll try to drop in on my loved ones sometimes in the future or past), or I've been eaten by a time virus.