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Where, sometimes, a smile is enough
Not too long ago, I wrote about the things that I liked about myself and I challenged all of my readers to do the same.
Near the very top of the list, if not on the top of the list, is my smile. I like to smile, and a smile is always quick to find its way to my face. In the immortal words of Buddy the Elf:
I just like to smile, smiling’s my favorite
This morning started out pretty crappy — my inner thighs were chafed from a wardrobe issue during my last run, but, even if I didn’t have that to deal with, the roads were a combination of icy & salty thanks to a dusting of snow last night . . . so running was out of the question. I half-assed my way through a spinning workout (seriously, I think I barely broke a sweat) and then I had a conference call where one of my developers completely stood me up – and I needed her input to actually give a proper status (as she hadn’t sent me a
TPS report status report before I dialed in).
I hung up from the conference call just as I was nearing a Dunkin’ Donuts . . . I stop in here a couple of times a week for a cup of coffee. They know me here, and, as soon as I get to the counter, someone takes my cup and gives me what I want (sugar, with just a tiny bit of cream). So, I stopped in.
As I said, it was a pretty crappy day . . . but I still smile at anyone who happens by – including the counter staff.
When it’s time to pay, I’m told “don’t worry about it. You always smile, and that makes our day better.”
So, I walked out with my coffee & a far easier smile on my face. And, I’m left to wonder . . . if the act of smiling is enough to make a stranger’s day better, why aren’t more people wearing a smile more often?