You ever have one of those days where you’re not feeling 100%? That’s how I felt Sunday. Strangely enough, it took a stranger’s smile to wake me up. The mugginess didn’t bother me. The piles of laundry waiting for me didn’t get my goat. The stranger’s smile made me realize that people don’t smile enough in the city.
We scowl a lot. We may even avoid eye contact. Sunday, an elderly couple looked at me and Lrudlrick, nodded and smiled at us. It totally made my day.
Usually when someone I don’t know smiles at me, it’s either, my blouse is open, my skirt is riding up or it’s one of my psycho groupies following me around.
Now, I’m not saying you should smile at everyone in your subway car. That’s just psychotic and asking for trouble. Maybe a smile to the token booth clerk you see every morning or to the vendor in the cart while you get your coffee would do.
An unexpected smile can do small wonders.