by Happy, happy, happy. I’m drinking my coffee, about to write. I’m just luxuriating in the fact that I don’t have to rush off anywhere. It’s such a great feeling that I never truly appreciated. When this Census job is over I will never take my life for granted again. (That’s if I’m lucky enough to go back to it, I should say.)
I took this picture walking home the other day. In NYC people are frequently waiting on lines for something, for parties, free stuff, to audition for a part in a movie or tv show. My curiosity used to be so great I had to ask people what they were waiting in line for. Now I only do it if the line is spectacular, and I’m on the same side of the street.
Yes – life’s too short not to talk to people in lines! Yesterday, I was stopped in a long traffic line due to road re-paving. I shut off my car, got out and walked up to the truck in front of me and talked to the guy and his wife. They were towing a really nice old muscle car (Chevelle Super-Sport 396) on a trailer and I told him his right trailer brake light was out. We talked for about 10 minutes and I said we should see if we could get other people out of their cocoon-like cars. Sure enough, another guy came out & talked to us. Brought a smile to my face to instead of being annoyed by the delay!
That was a sweet story.