It’s a story about love.
The story goes that the woman who arranges flowers and sweeps the floor in the florist shop loves the man who works in the park, tilling soil and planting out flowerbeds, who loves the lady with the frizzy hairdo who smiles a lot in the post office, who loves the woman who sits at the reception desk in her doctor’s surgery, who loves the mechanic who whistles while he services her car, who loves the lady who sells souvenirs at the entrance of the art gallery, who loves the man who advises her about spices in the delicatessen, who loves the girl that works behind the counter at the bakery, who loves the chemist that helps her choose from the medications he stocks, who loves the woman that helps him find books in the library, who loves the man who sells her cakes at the bakery, who loves the woman who works at the fast lane checkout at the supermarket, who loves the man at the café who uses the barista machine to make her coffee, who loves the man that gives him advice when buying things at the DIY shop, who loves the girl who wraps the food at the fish and chip shop, who loves the man who checks her shopping bag at the department store, who loves the girl who sells art materials at the craft shop, who loves the man at the convenience store where she buys her magazines, who loves his wife.