Today's my day

Don't ask me why, but when I was out for lunch at Panera, that sad excuse for the vastly superior Atlanta Bread Company, I had so many people smiling at me I had to check and make sure I wasn't shedding five dollar bills. Outside of Lowes I looked at myself in the reflection of the store window just to make sure I didn't have a kitten on my head or something. Everybody was sending me the warm and fuzzy vibes.

Every man I saw seemed poised to buy me a beer and offer to change my brake shoes and turn my drums. Every woman I walked past made eye contact, smiled, and said hi to me. I'm talking three generations here.

This might surprise you, but this sort of thing doesn't happen to me every day. I'm going to stop and buy some lottery tickets on the way home.