It takes a sick world to bring a tear to one's eye, when realization dawns that the woman that just drove off ahead of you in the Starbucks queue bought you a drink for no reason at all.
Or, I'm at long last growing old.
PS You would think that by the third time, one would get used to it. But no, every time it touches my black heart. This time, I managed to compose myself from a blithering quivering mess soon enough to mumble an intent to pay it forward....or backward (as was true in this case).
Or, I'm at long last growing old.
PS You would think that by the third time, one would get used to it. But no, every time it touches my black heart. This time, I managed to compose myself from a blithering quivering mess soon enough to mumble an intent to pay it forward....or backward (as was true in this case).
