There’s roses for that?

I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for
my wife. As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on
the bouquet, a young man burst through the door,
breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.

“I’m sorry,” the clerk said. “This man just ordered our last
bunch.” The desperate customer turned to me and begged, “May
I please have those roses?”

“What happened?” I asked. “Did you forget your wedding
anniversary?”

“It’s even worse than that,” he confided. “I crashed my
wife’s hard drive!”