Lately on my way into work, I've been taking the boulevard that runs along the lake instead of the freeway. And everyday, without fail, there is an 80 year old man wearing a BRIGHT orange vest that salutes me, smiles, and waves. And not just a little wave. A jumping up and down, both arms, kind of a wave.
One of these days, I'm going to get out and talk to him. I have no idea who he is, other than an elderly man who is out for his morning walk.
And then subsequently makes my whole morning better for it.
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