I saw a handsome man in the distance a month or two ago

I was taking a rose to Allan, my husband, at a house in Vancouver, where I thought he lived, and was walking slowly along the street with my rose carefully positioned in front of me, when I spied a handsome, elegant fellow walking along with another man on a cross street.  Little did I know it was Al, on a bad day, and he probably needed a rose to cheer him up.