why are you so sad?
Bartending last week. I delivered a Long Island Ice Tea to a blackjack age woman of considerable beauty and excellent teeth. She asked me, a man twice here age, "Why are you so sad?" Profound to say the least, I was impressed with her freely given analysis of a complete stranger engaged in the labor of drink making. And what balls! If I can say that for women.
The big swill of happiness is demanded by many. Gulp it down! Fearful of frowns, scared by scowls, the happy legions are on the move. Smile or die! It's a crusade. And if you can't get to the sunny side of the street, then get to the doctor and get the pills. What about happy camps? Do they exist? Maybe we could send miserable Scottish bastards there.
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Lauren Sapala says:
What Makes You Smile
Glad to read that you’ve had the same experience. Strangers always tell me to smile when they see me on the street. I don’t think I look that unhappy, I’m just usually brooding or preoccupied with other things. Depending on the mood I’m in, sometimes it makes me want to smile, and sometimes it makes me want to make an even more perverse face. Curious as to what your reaction was to the blackjack age woman of considerable beauty and if she made you smile? Excellent teeth can go a long way…
Lauren Sapala, redroom.com
Alan Black says:
smile like you mean it
Hello Lauren,
Being tackled, my retort rolodex went into action. For a split second I thought of saying, "The anti-psychotic medication is to blame." but nothing came out. I simply stared at the quarter she left as a tip. Yes, excellence in enamel is considered a virtue but I've always seen modern dentistry as wallpapered medieval barbarism.