Went to the mall, just to get out of here. Took my time, breathed, sat a little. It’s a little too late for black tights and uggs, but I made sure to include some bright summer colours.
I was feeling pretty good as I was leaving, feeling my hips roll as I walked. That little femme wiggle.
And then I heard someone say, “Have a Good Day!”
I took a moment to figure out what was going on, realizing it was one of those half-good looking Sears salesmen saying it to me.
A nice man chose to wish me a good day. Sure, he does it to dozens of gals everyday, but today I was one of them.
Why not smile? After all, the universe decided to wish me to have a good day.