You don't Bring Me Flowers . . .

Today I was sitting at my desk in the office absorbed in a script while my boss was nose deep in contracts and the the IT guys worked on solving our internet connection issues.
I almost didn't notice a delivery man holding a vase of flowers hovering over my desk and I automatically poise to sign for the delivery assuming they are for Randy (my boss) - his whole Hollywood persona doing his thing gets him flowers every month or so.
The delivery guy tentatively says to me "Meredith?"
And I say "no, I'm Chrissie" and he said "Where is Meredith?"
And I say, "She'll be in the office tomorrow."
And he gives me a sort of polite bow and hands over the vase while stating:
"I'm so sorry- these are not for you."

Don't worry sir, I'll make sure she gets them.

BOOOOO