Heritage House At the Market

One day I was waiting for the elevator to head up to Pike Place Market, and I saw a couple of older women sitting inside by the window here. They weren’t interacting — they just looked sad and lonely. It made me think of my own grandmother who passed away years ago. I went up to the market, grabbed a bouquet of flowers, and went back down.
I was buzzed in by the woman at the front desk and handed over the flowers. She seemed stunned but really moved that I would do that, and thanked me profusely. I decided to make it a tradition every time I go to Seattle. If a bouquet can brighten the mood in there, then why not?
The last couple of times I was met by some seriously grumpy front desk women, specifically the last time. The woman couldn’t understand that I just wanted to donate some cheer. She kept asking, «WHICH PATIENT.» A nurse happened to be coming in, so I just handed them to her. The nurse outside was rather happy about it, but dang, the woman inside was mean, mean, mean.