One lame comment from a table like "This wine tastes...I don't know...flat" or "Do you serve green paella?" and I felt ready to blow. One can only be surrounded by so much idiocy in one day, I kept thinking to myself. Yet every time someone said something inane to me, I put on my happy face and kept smiling.
I continue to be amazed at how easily and effortlessly that happy face slips into place, no matter what my mood, no matter how bad the news I've just received. Like a record (ha! remember records?) finding it's groove.
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