Smile, lady!

Hey you perfectly put together lady at the salon to my right,
Please don't feel sorry for me when my sunglasses fell down and a lens fell out. They are just sunglasses.  Your puzzled face was priceless when I told you it was OK, they were 10 bucks and from Ross. The horror! Your smirk when I put them back together and told you they were as good as new was awesome too.

And when my black pen's ink splattered all over my white skirt I was fine. Hell, I even laughed at the ridiculousness of it. You, however, looked at me as you've never seen such a huge mess of a person in your life. You don't know this, but I have to work while I'm at the salon so that tomorrow when I have an entire week with my kiddo he has my undivided attention. I won't be calling my students' parents next week, I'll be taking care of my own little student. You? I don't know what you'll be doing. Probably walking around being shocked at how everyone else is living their life, not sitting on the sidelines judging.

See, things are pretty great: I have a job I have to do work for, I have a kid whose company I'm looking forward to and I can treat myself to a mani/pedi at the salon. It's all good, even though I buy my sunglasses at Ross. I'll probably still think of you tonight when I bleach my skirt.  But if the ink doesn't come out, you know where I'll be heading for my replacement.

Joyfully and with a smile.