Dear MPF
 
A strange request, maybe. 
 
But hey, if you can make some money, achieve fame, 
fortune or even notoriety from it,  then that elevates you above 
the humdrum 99% of the rest of homo sapiens into a select band of 
brothers that smile to themselves in satisfaction as they draw 
their final breath - happy in the knowledge that some day in the 
future their contribution to mankind will have been recognised, 
if only a teeny-weenie bit

Your intentions are honourable. I like that. If we have no honour 
as adults, what have we got? So, If I can help you with your 
project, then I will. By that I mean that I'll help without 
making any money out of you!

It's good to know that I'm not the only nut in this too-often-dull world. 
 
Some time ago, I went off travelling around the world for a few years. 
These trips were interspersed with return visits to the UK for several 
months to make a bit more money before going off on the next adventure. 
On one of my return visits, I worked for a car rental company, delivering 
and collecting rental cars to corporate clients all over the London area. 
This involved sitting in cars for many hours of the day.
 
One day I had an idea. I bought a huge bunch of flowers. Whenever I saw a 
girl by herself during that day, I stopped the car, sometimes in the middle 
of the road, got out and presented her a few flowers with a simple message 
"These are for you". I then turned around, got back into the car and drove 
off. No hidden agenda. My philosophy was simple. If a few more blokes did 
this simple thing every day:
 
1) more women would smile 
2) a little bit of the chivalry that we all secretly love will be restored
 
And it worked. To see someone else smile and be happy makes me happy. Simple. 
 
It was a good experiment and it worked so well, I was often seen buying bunches 
of flowers.
 
Thought you'd enjoy this story.