First, some backstory:

I have been out of work for two weeks. I broke my foot, as some of you may remember. I work in a restaurant so there was really no way around being couch ridden until I was able to walk well.

Cut to this morning. I get a voicemail from my GM while I'm at the orthopedic surgeon (getting the A.O.K to work from now on, but that is beside the point), saying that there are flowers for me at the restaurant and I need to pick them up at my earliest convenience. I think it is odd she is calling to tell me this, but assume the flowers must be a group effort on the part of my coworkers. I worked at 3pm today so I didn't bother to pick them up because I knew I could take them with me at close.

So, I arrive at work and b-line it for the office. I'm curious, after all. I can tell by the look on my GM's face that these flowers are a mystery. She called me earlier because she wanted to get permission to open the card. It makes sense, after all. She wouldn't have called to ruin the surprise that they all got me flowers in my absence.

Inside of the envelop (in which my name is misspelled), I receive a receipt with an anonymous sender, a ticket to a concert on friday, and the following poem:

"Roses are red

Violets are (blue is x-ed out) purple

.....Duh

Come to the show

Then you will

know who."

The atrocious grammar aside, I can tell this is not going to end well. Homeboy doesn't know how to properly spell my name, feels comfortable sending a really personal message to my place of work, and has already dropped a cool $40 on me without giving me any inkling into who he is.

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I have 7 theories (I know), 2 of which are by far the most likely. Of these 7 though, 1 is desirable.

The shitty thing is that I really like the band he got me tickets to see. I was going to buy tickets regardless. But, I can't just show up of my own accord anymore. Regardless of my motivation, he will think I've come for him.

On the other hand, HOW CAN I NOT GO?! WHO IS THIS?! I NEVER EVEN GOT CANDYGRAMS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. I. MUST. KNOW.