There's neighborly, and then there's neighborly. Apparently, someone's assumption that "your hydrangea is my hydrangea" was a little presumptuous. The note reads "To the 'Neighborly-type' person who came up my stoop and cut SIXTEEN STEMS off my Hydrangea: This plant is in memory of my deceased mother. I hope you sleep well at night."
I can't imagine coming home to my plant and finding someone hacked away at it. But then again, none of my plants look as nice as that one, so why would they? For some reason I find it really easy to picture that bunch of flowers sitting in a big vase on a brand new ikea table somewhere. Everything fresh, new and easy.
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