So, I'm waiting for class to start this afternoon, and this girl sitting a few chairs over from me gets a deliver of two dozen roses. Really, really nice roses, the ones you pretty much only ever see in movies. And everyone's looking at her as she reads the note, which was a Happy Valentine's Day, signed "P." Then she says she has no idea who "P" even is.
Then, the professor comes in and he makes a comment about how he's stressed out because he lost track of time and has to stop at the gas station to get his wife whatever flowers they have left. The girl ended up selling the bouquet of roses to him for $70, then said if anyone knows who P is, to thank him for the cash for her.