Make em Laugh
So after an Arthur Dent Thursday - "It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursday." - which began with cardiology (I traded up from Doogie Howser to Doc Cottle, and they scheduled me for a stress test next week) then progressed to much error-prone kookiness at work.
So at Wildflower, waiting for dinner to take out, I was tinkering with iced tea, putting sweetening chemicals in and stirring (not shaking). A little kid, maybe a year old is in a high chair at the next table. Dad is feeding him dinner and all is well. He hears paper tearing behind him and turns around and sees me playing with my drink. He's fascinated. I make a funny face or two. Kid is happy. My food arrives. I'm happy.
Now I'm at home and the Mythbusters have just taken out a compact car at 650 MPH. I'm happy.
So at Wildflower, waiting for dinner to take out, I was tinkering with iced tea, putting sweetening chemicals in and stirring (not shaking). A little kid, maybe a year old is in a high chair at the next table. Dad is feeding him dinner and all is well. He hears paper tearing behind him and turns around and sees me playing with my drink. He's fascinated. I make a funny face or two. Kid is happy. My food arrives. I'm happy.
Now I'm at home and the Mythbusters have just taken out a compact car at 650 MPH. I'm happy.