i want a wide-brimmed panama hat!
Waiting to buy stamps at the post office, I smiled â€“ briefly, impersonally, or so I thought â€“ over my shoulder at the tall elderly gentleman who appeared in line behind me, then turned back to face the front.
His voice, rusty and deep, came from behind me: â€œYou have a very nice smile,â€ and I turned back just in time to see his two index fingers drawing a curve in the air, somewhat reminiscent of a concert conductor, each finger swooping outward from the middle of his mouth to his earlobes, signifying, I suppose, that my own smile stretched as widely.
â€œThank you,â€ I said in surprise.
Under the Panama hat, a colorful scarf jauntily wrapped around its crown, his wise old eyes crinkled with an answering smile. â€œYou know why?â€ he asked.
â€œItâ€™s because you have happy thoughts.â€ And he beamed with approval.
I donâ€™t know how it is that, through no fault of my own, I always manage to solicit random remarks from total strangers, but that encounter was sufficiently amusing that I couldnâ€™t help smiling the whole rest of the day.
Pass it on.