4 posts tagged “happiness”
This morning, Mr. Guycita and I attended a baby dedication for my cousin's little girl. After the service, members of the extended family were invited to lunch at a delicious, country cookin' buffet in the middle of nowhere.
When Mr. Guycita got up to pay, my cousin's grandpa (whom I have often seen but never really talked to) spotted me and walked over to say hello. As he approached me, he held out his hand, and I politely took it.
To my surprise, he pulled me in close. "You know you're breaking the law, don't you?" he asked in a playfully conspiratorial tone.
I chuckled and replied, "No, what do you mean?"
He leaned in closer, looked me in the eye, and very slowly declared, "You are walking around looking better than any body has a right to!"
His eyes twinkled, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I laughed quite heartily and thanked him for what I considered a very nice piropo.
When I got home, I called my cousin and told her what her grandpa said to me. She apologized for his his friskiness, but I assured her that I was not offended. I haven't been hit on in a long time, so I'll take whatever I can get!
I'm not a chick-flick kind of gal, so when a friend asked me (and Mr. Guycita) to go see Music & Lyrics with her a few months ago, I was fully prepared to hate it. Much to my surprise, I actually thought it was a cute movie, and I left the theater newly in love with Hugh Grant.
What won me over? It was the brilliant faux-'80s music video at the very beginning (and end) of the film. I would almost buy the soundtrack just to have that song, but since I can't bring myself to do that, I decided to purchase the ringtone. Now I'm going to have to restrain myself from dancing whenever anyone calls me!
Yesterday I visited an antiques store and paid for my purchase with cash (a rare occurence).
When the merchant handed me my change, I couldn't believe my eyes: He gave me a Kennedy half-dollar!
This made me very happy, indeed.
I walked into Qdoba yesterday just behind a little old man. He was wearing a red, white, and blue jogging suit and had wild hair that stood up around his head like a gray halo.
I think it was his first time there because he walked straight into the dining area rather than going to the counter first. And then, as I was ordering, I saw him get in line from the wrong end. When it was his turn to order, the server had to loudly repeat the various options before he could understand her. It made me wonder what it would be like to be old and alone, confused and hard of hearing.
As we waited to pay, I watched the old man take out his wallet and begin to carefully count out his $1 bills. That's when I was suddenly overcome by the strong urge to pay for his lunch. When it was my turn, I told the cashier (in Spanish, so that the old man wouldn't catch on) what I wanted to do. She smiled and took my card. I was on my way out when I heard her tell him that his lunch was already paid for.
The old man followed me, bills in hand, and said, "You didn't have to do that!" He tried to put the bills in my pocket, and I backed away, a little embarrassed that I had gotten caught. "No, sir," I replied to him. "I just wanted to do something nice for you. I hope you enjoy your day!" At this, he simply beamed and said, "Thank you."
As I pulled out of my parking spot, I could see him eating his lunch inside, alone but smiling. And I smiled, too.
