he really kind of drives me nuts.
he always wears a purple basketball jersey with the name of some stupid team on it -- i think it's the louisiana lakers, & if you're fan, well, if you'd seen him in it, you'd want to yank the stupid jersey off his wiry little body. i just wish it didn't show so much underarm hair, but maybe that's just me.
beady little close-set eyes narrowed, he always has a scowl on his face, like he's totally pissed-off at the world. maybe i would be, too if i had to card the little punks trying to buy beer all day long, and then spend the night shift pretending not to notice when the old lady winos come in for another bottle before last call.
i know what you're thinking -- that to know so much about him, i must spend a fair amount of time at the counter myself. if i weren't such a sweetheart, I'd tell you to mind your own business.
anyway - imagine my surprise this afternoon to find el grumpo with a goofy smile on his lips. a regular little happy camper, he was.
he found religion.
not the bible-thumping type. the, I've-just-been-to-anger-management-type, because otherwise, his old lady was making him hit the road.
he called her that, not me.
well, my heavens, i said breathlessly-- tell me more.
with giddy excitement, he told me about a book he'd just read -- positivity by barbara fredrickson, & an online course by a man named john schinerer -- said his blog's right here on wordpress -- positive.psychologyblog.
so, check it out if you want to. or if your old lady says you have to want to.
you know me -- just doing my job to make this world a better place.
learned that from my homeboy, tigger.
it means, ta-ta for now!