Put on your coat; you're going to catch cold.--said the fruit stand guy to me, after he finished asking about all of the grocery stores in a two block radius, which included Gristedes, Food Emporium, and the new arrival, Fairway. It was his first day on the job so he wanted to check out the competition.
I've been briefly enamored by various fruit stand guys in the past (most memorable is the one who asked me where I'd been after I returned from a short absence due to a trip to Ohio), so this is nothing new. But for some reason it always makes me inordinately happy when everyday, regular people are randomly nice to me. It's probably because I have a hard time getting outside my own head and whatever random indignity is being replayed inside as proof that the world hates me for long enough to be randomly nice to everyday, regular people until they speak to me first. One day I'd like to be the fruit stand guy to someone else. It seems simple enough, but I know--at least for me--the words don't come so easily.
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