On Friday, I walked into the store. I had a carefully crafted list of necessities. It was going to be an expensive trip. I needed new razors, new mousse, a new headband. I hadn’t been grocery shopping in two weeks, so I needed all my staples. I hate expensive trips. I carefully picked the lowest price alternative of each item, saving two cents here and fifteen there. Each time I pulled an item from the shelf, I’d stop and think. ‘Do I really need this? Will I really eat six yogurts, or can I get by with four? Do I need mousse? Couldn’t I just leave my hair in a ponytail?’ One by one, my list lost its items, and the little pile in my shopping cart grew. The bare minimum for the week. Then I got to the front of the store. There were flowers. Red zinnias, yellow carnations, bright purple irises, daffodils. And shockingly pink daisies.