dahlia dive

A the entrance of the Garden Center of Wal-mart in Camrose, there stands an elderly man. He is known to many as "the Greeter." As I walked into the Garden Center with my mother today, the elderly man, (he didn't have a name tag on today so that is why I cannot use his true name) said hello to both of us.
We then went on to look at some fire bowls and chimeneas for patio fireplaces. Approximately seven mintues after our arrival, a small gust of wind blew through the open door. It knocked a top-heavy dahlia off the top shelf and nearly on top of the poor greeter's head! He had a small scare as you can imagine. Calmly; he picked up the dahlia (which had not been damaged in its swift dive) and set it gently back on the shelf, this time leaning against a stone water fountain. Next he proceeded to get a broom to sweep up the potting soil which had not stayed potted during the recent fall, then swept up some more junk on the floor which had been dropped by a former passer-by. I thought to myself, "How wonderful it is to have such a well-trained employee! If I were the manager, I would be pleased..."