QUOTE : Why do I tolerate this place? I asked myself that question every time I clocked into work. Edgar Appleton, the flamboyant owner of the small-town floral shop Arrangements by Appleton, watched me through the window as I pulled into my parking space. I shut off the engine and gave a little wave and smile. Eddy shot me a dirty look and turned away. I could see the day taking a turn for the incredibly awful. Yay me.