Most women get flowers.
I received two (2) crates of potatoes.
(My beau is in the produce business.)
We fill up little bags with red, white and purple potatoes and leave them on my neighbours doorstep(s). We refer to it as, "potatoing" you. It's funny. It's weird. It suits me.
It wasn't all THAT bad...he threw in some blood oranges and Myer Lemons...and a lobster...some margaritas and a bike ride on the boardwalk.
"All those guys... who gave you those things...where are they now?" he responded.
"I dunno" I retorted.
"My point exactely," he said.