I was having a pretty rough afternoon: everything that could’ve gone wrong did. I had to print, mail, cut, write 18 letters, and my family was driving me nuts while I was trying to do it, too. I’ve been overly tired and exhausted, and I was getting really irritable – I’m not a happy camper when I’m deprived of sleep.

I had to go back home, re-open letters and stick a picture of me in them (they were already supposed to be in there, but my little brother forgot and just sealed them), and then back out to the post office. I didn’t have any of my metal music (my aphrodisiac to my off moods), so the Classic Crime was playing.

I finally got to the post office, still upset and frustrated as ever, but as I was walking to the door, the man in front of me opened it and held it for me. I told him thank you, and he smiled and said ‘Your welcome.’

As I was coming out, another man was walking in. I held the door open for him, and he said ‘Oh! Excuse me, ma’am – thank you!’

It’s interesting how even though I was really female dog-like for 80% of my afternoon, those two encounters reminded me that, it’s going to be ok. They didn’t say anything, and they didn’t know anything; but the fact that they were polite, smiled, and seemed sincere… I don’t know what it was, but it was just a small glimpse of sunlight for me.

It made me a little happier.