paying back the hippyman

there i was, waiting on jerky mcjerkleheimer & his magic bus, and i was in a bad mood. certainly not jumping-off-a-bridge bad, and not quite laying-in-bed-weeping bad. but, you know... simply that everyone-shut-up-i-am-pissy kind of bad mood.

so, there i was all pissy standing on the corner when the hippyman in the beat-up green station wagon pulled to the intersection & stopped for the red light.

he leaned over to talk out the passenger window: smile, he said to me, you are beautiful...,

oh, sweet hippyman, if you only knew how unbeautiful i am feeling... i didn't say anything out loud, but i conveyed the thought with a sort of frownsmirk in his direction.

really, he insisted, you look great.

who was i to argue?

....i tried to smile for him then. i really tried, but i was still too pissy and could not smile.

so, i owe you an apology, hippyman. you made me smile on the inside, but i could not quite get the smile to show up on the outside.

i did smile at several other people for the rest of the journey home, all thru going to the liberry & to the grocery. maybe one of those people needed a smile, too... maybe that's all the payback the super karma hippyman would need, eh?