A lady stood outside of the public school on my way to the gallery this morning. She had been walking, opposite direction of me, but had seen me light up and decided to do the same - standing still. On top of her cart she wheeled in front of her, was a quarter sheet cake from the grocery store down the street. The cake was iced in bright red and blue frosting. A plastic action figure stuck out of the top right corner. I smiled at her as I approached the shared vicinity.
She said, "It was so expensive, but its for my son."
"It is very nice! I'm sure he will love it." I replied.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
"Tell him Happy Birthday for me."
I realize now how strange of a comment that was. But I meant it. I really do hope that lady's son has a happy birthday.
As I passed her, she returned my positive remark with one of her own.
"I like your hair, it sure is prudy! What color is that platinum blonde?"
Over my shoulder I smiled again and said, "Something like that! Have a good day."
And that is the most important thing to realize-
Its always "something like that." Don't fuss over the small stuff.
And always, always, always-
"Have a good day!"