september 27, 2013

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If a man is to live, he must be all alive, body, soul, mind, heart, spirit.” ~Thomas Merton

yawn
yawn

The young man behind the counter took one look at me and said, “You made my day, and for that I’ll give you any dessert you want for free.” I’m probably paraphrasing, but it was close to that. There was a time when I would have swooned over some hot thang coming on to me like that, but at this age I’ve gotten used to the idea that 1. I’m old enough to be his mother, so a come on isn’t likely and 2. see number one. I was right, of course, it wasn’t a come on. “You must be the only Bengals fan in Lexington besides me. You made my day,” he said again, smiling broadly at his stone-faced co-worker while pointing at my Chad Johnson jersey. I placed my order with his disgruntled sidekick as the sweet boy handed over the brownie dessert. With a smile he said again that I made his day. I flashed my 16 year old smile veiled in 48 year old wrinkles and replied, “Aw, you’re really sweet. You made my day, too.” I’m probably paraphrasing, but it was close to that.

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