Good Day Sunshine

I was in Macy’s Children’s Department last week trying to buy clothes for the family baby and  getting pretty steamed up about what they want for a pair of shorts no bigger than a dinner napkin. But then when I got to the register the man seemed so pleasant I cheered right up, even though there was a hang-up with his register. I busted into my just-purchased sack of chocolate-covered coffee pellets and the two of us were sharing them when he thanked me for being nice about the wait.  "So most people aren’t nice? “ I asked him.  “Are you kidding?”  he said, rolling his eyes. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff some people say; the stuff they try to pull!”Then just now I was at the new Dunkin’ Donuts near my house, formerly a Starbucks, and sad as I was to lose contact with barista Carol the bunny keeper, I have to say this new DD seems pretty great. “All my life I’ve wanted to work at a Dunkin’ Donuts!” the young woman behind the counter said to me. “I’m just two weeks in!”  “And what’s your take on things? Are people mostly nice?”  I thought I might as well ask. “People are awesome!” she said unequivocally.So which is it? Or does it depend on whether or not the one you’re asking has a tummy ache that day? Or whether the weather is fair or crappy? Today “fair: doesn’t come close to describing the weather we are having  and it’s got me loving MY job all right even though I can’t type to save my life and never could.  Plus the days are growing ever longer and now two actual doves have taken to perching on the window sill of my office here and peer benevolently in at me all morning long. And what’s the nuisance of having to type slowly and laboriously compared to a thing like that?