This had to be the most pathetic and entertaining thing you had ever seen.

The stinky, rude, borderline insane neighbor, at your doorstep with flowers, how the fuck. You saw him every now and again while running errands, usually having a tough day, though everybody did around here he seemed the unluckiest. He had a rough relationship with his wife, or should I say now Ex wife? He often got into altercations for no reason, the cops after him, he has a stinky dog, living in a trailer, dealing with red necks and all that.

And here he was at your doorstep, a crooked smile on his face, those shaded glasses and his fiery hair shining in the sun light. He had one foot on the top step of your porch, the other at the bottom, just in case he was actually accepted. His arms thrust out, the flowers right in front of you, his dog not far behind. He clearly had just finished his errands, most likely buying the flowers on the way through.