Yesterday, while walking into town, a rather drunk man approached me with flowers, he handed me the flowers and told me in crudely put together words to give them to the first person I saw of whom I thought required them.

Now very conscious of the daffodils in my hand I continued down the road and reached a lady walking in the other direction who looked quite miserable.  It seemed quite obvious that she required something to cheer her up so I handed her the flowers and told her I had been told to give them to her.  She laughed, took them and continued down her path now with a smile on her face.

What a pleasant way of doing things.