because people can be mean and i am sensitive and when those two forces combine there is a chance of combustion. or tears in the bathroom stall. same thing.
but just now, a cashier at the local barbecue joint noticed me. my red, puffy eyes and my sore, peeling nose. probably the general look of disgust and discomfort on my face, or maybe that my hair was in poor, mousy condition.
and he offered me complimentary hush puppies.
and right then, on eastchester drive, my day turned around.
do something nice today, folks. you never know whose stormclouds you're turning to sunshine.