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The Mystery of the Flowers - SOLVED!!

January 23rd, 2007

On Friday, flowers were delivered to my door, in my name.  The card read: With deepest sympathy from The O P S.

Oooookay.  I have no idea what "The O P S" is.  The best I could come up with was Out Patient Services, but I would assume that there would be maybe a hospital name if that were the case.  My mother decided on Old People Society.  So, yeah.

I brought them to the memorial and a whole lot of people asked what the O P S stood for, but I couldn’t help them, since I didn’t know myself.  You could see lips moving while folks tried to figure it out - to no avail.  This lasted the weekend.  We all spent various amounts of time trying to figure out what The O P S might be and it became a bit of a running joke.  One of my brothers suggested I google it.  Heh.

Yesterday, back at work, one of my co-workers came up to me and asked if I got the flowers.  oooooohhhhhhhhh! I said.  I explained about the O P S to learn that it should have come from (initials rhyming with "the") Ops (as in operations).

Heh.  It was a fun mystery, while it lasted.

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