Red Sox Nation

by mollykl

The worst morning. Everything small and trivial that could go wrong…did. Lost my keys, couldn’t get the car seat adjusted, ran late for an appointment. As I was at the recycling center, swearing like a sailor because the handle of the  bag broke, spilling paper everywhere, I passed a guy who smiled and said,

“I like your hat. Red Sox Nation.”

At that I had to, had to, grin. I still had to pick up paper, the car seat still won’t adjust right, and my face is still breaking out, but at least, for a moment, I smiled.

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