Smile Like You Mean It
The other day I was driving my car, with my two sons along for the ride. Traffic was a mess and we were waiting to make the left hand turn onto our street when traffic opened up, but then before I could squeeze through the break a woman in a mini van lurched forward, but was unable to go any further, she was just able to go far enough to completely block me in. She realized what she had done and looked over a little sheepishly and smiled. I smiled (while quietly whispering something not so smiley under my breath). My son said, “Great, dueling restaurant-smiles.”