You’d Think I’d Have Noticed
Yesterday, on my way to work, I passed by this slightly odd, somewhat round, mustachioed old guy in a hat that I sometimes pass by and he looked at me like he was going to say something. I averted my eyes and kept walking briskly; he said (after coming to a full and complete stop right in front of me, a stack of old newspapers in his arms), “Good morning!” and I gestured belatedly in greeting and berated myself for always expecting the worst. This morning I saw him again and I smiled and said good morning, feeling bad for being such a blank-faced grouch yesterday, and do you know what he said? “You’re so beautiful.” And then, “Don’t laugh!”
Tomorrow I am taking a different route to work.