A Rose and Lie

Today I met a friend for coffee at Java Rush one of my favorite hangouts. She told me she'd been to Albertson's and got a rose from the checker. She said he grows them and I should go there and and ask him what to do about my pathetic rose bush. While standing in line the man in front of me struck up a conversation which got a little peculiar. He had false teeth and Emphysema and what that has to do with this story I haven't a clue. He finally asked me if I was married and before this conversation got any weirder I told him yes, 52 years, five children, fourteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren. His mouth is probably still open. Should I feel bad that I lied? I only did "sort of", I've been married for thirty years, have three daughters and two stepsons who are too old to have ever thought of me as dear old mom, fourteen awesome grandchildren and six cooler than cool great-grandchildren. When it was my turn to get my rose the checker told me he didn't grow them, just now and then gives them away.
I should have told him that he made my day and should have given him a hug. I think he must be very lonely and probably lost a wife. He made my day and so did the guy with false teeth and Emphysema, gave my girlfriend and I a good laugh as well as my husband. I'm not sure I should have laughed about that, but hey, I am human and I did.