I'm walking home when I notice this tall, gorgeous, long-haired brunette waiting for the bus up ahead. As a bus approaches, she tries to flag it down, but it speeds on by. She's noticeably annoyed.

I don't know what came over me, but I actually opened my mouth. When I get close enough, I say, "Did that bus just totally ignore you?"

She says yes in a very cool Eastern European accent. After a moment, she decides to try to catch up with it at the light.

As we pass each other, I conclude out loud, "I hate buses." I glance behind quickly and notice she's smiling.

Now that just made my day. Because I have nothing else so uplifting, I dwell on the moment all the way home. When I get home, I realize something else. I just took someone's moment of utter frustration and turned it into a source of amusement for her. At the very least, a gorgeous woman with a sexy accent smiled at me.

I hope.

Listening to: Public Image Limited.
In my sink: 3 plates, 1 bowl, 4 cups, 3 spoons, a glass, and an apple slicer.