I was on stage one night with my band. Every night the "flower guy" would come in and sell roses at $2 a pop. In the day, that was a quick way to seal a pick up. One drunk patron came to the stage to proclaim his love for the girl of the night. Our bass player asked the fellow if he new the roses were edible. He said he didn't and pushed it into the bass players face. He bent his head right over and ate the man's flower right off the stem. I thought the fellow was gonna cry. "He ate my flower?!" Our bass player washed it down with a swig of Jack Daniels and went right on into the next song.