Shame on the Flower Seller!

Yesterday, I walked down Washington Street to the flower seller.  I bought two bunches of (rather pricy) hydrangeas to brighten up our apartment.  One of my reasons for selecting these particular flowers was that they usually last quite a long time.

Not these.  In less than 24 hours, they are drooping pitifully, staring morosely at their toes, and looking decidedly moribund.  Shame on the flower seller!