You’ve survived tougher.
The show must go on. Or work.
Don’t give up on yourself.
Don’t waste a previous minute.
Thanks, Halls cough drops.
today at the cafe i frequent more than frequently, a woman tried to pay with a credit card under the strict $5 minimum. the cashier did not approve, which she tried to imply gently, but firmly. the customer replied equally firmly that she did not carry cash. the young women paying at the register next to her, with uneven bleach blonde chunks of black scissored hair, and almost entirely embellished legs interjected,
“here. take it.” she passed her a fresh $5 bill. the woman adamantly refused.
“just pay it forward,” she said.
the woman didn’t take it. but it made me smile.
Please Don’t Promise Me Forever by Rick Lyons