So, I’m back in the States and everything is perfect, I get excited over squirrels and parks and drivers that actually stop when you cross the street on foot, I already ate more than my share of Ben and Jerry’s and I feel like singing and twirling outside like the token optimistic person of a movie. I thought nothing could put me off my sunny mood.
But something happened.
I was on my bike today (biking on the sidewalk again) and wham! it hit me. Somebody was biking the other way, he sees me, slows down and –I can’t even bring myself to say it– he, he, he smiles. He doesn’t know me, he doesn’t flirt with me, he just smiles friendly and neighborly for the 2 seconds that out eyes meet.
And it’s MONDAY for God’s sake. People are too polite in this country, I’m telling you, it freaks me out.