So yesterday afternoon I'm sitting in my car in the dentist's parking lot with the car door open, talking on my cell phone with the insurance company about Michael's car, in which Quinlan took his second ever practice drive last weekend -- and while I'm holding for the agent to transfer me to the Total Loss Department, some random older gentlemen with a small bouquet of zinnias in his hand walks by, stops and reverses, and hands me a flower and, with a huge smile, exhorts me to have a nice day!
Which I thought was really very sweet of him, so while I was holding for the agent to look up the Total Loss Value of the car v. the Salvage/Repair Value of the car five minutes later and he happened by in the other direction, I hailed him and thanked him again, and told him that the good cheer was especially appreciated today. To which he replied, with a somewhat crazed look in his eyes:
"Stop worrying! Stop being negative! Stop being neurotic! Get out and smell -- stop and smell the roses [herewith gesturing to a large rose bush nearby]! These roses smell great! Smell them! Get off the phone! Hang it up!"
At least I didn't have any cavities....