This morning, sitting at La Boulange, waiting for a friend, I must have had a melancholic look on my face. Not that I was unhappy or anything . . .
This old man walks in with his friend, taps me on the shoulder, and with the sweetest smile, tells me, "Smile. Why are you so sad?" and heads out to the counter to order some coffee.
We should all be tapping on each other's shoulders. And invite each other to smile. And wonder aloud, "Why are you so sad?"
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