Red Sox Nation
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.