He was uncomfortable it seemed. Maybe it was the mask he was wearing, a black mask. I was running an errand, making a quick purchase. He was kind and efficient, though seemingly ill at ease.
"Ma'am, in case no one's told you today,"
Oh no, do I have chocolate on my nose? In my hair? I had been, after all, partaking of a DQ chocolate dipped vanilla cone, and holy moly was it good. Wearing DQ cones is nothing new for me. Such a delightful, yummy mess.
"Your hair is beautiful."
The last thing I expected him to say, strangely familiar he seemed to me.
"Ohhh, thank you. That is kind of you."
I'm blessed.
Good people.
They're everywhere.
I see good people.
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