So it's really freaking hot outside. It's currently 34C with a humidex of 41C (that, my American friends, is 105.8F).
I am still a little green around the gills from chemo but I had to leave the house for an appointment with my naturopath (and spend another bazillion dollars I don't have on supplements). Afterwards, I decided to drop into a nearby Staples for a memory card for my Palm.
As I was cashing out, the clerk said, "Hi, how are you?"
"Good thanks," I replied as I fished my wallet out of my purse.
"I'm very good. Thanks for asking!" he said snottily.
I was floored. I looked up in shock, with what I'm sure was a pissed off (not chagrined) look on my face.
"I was just kidding," he scolded.
The little twerp.
I went back out into the heat in the most irritated of moods.
"How are you?" is a bit of a pet peeve of mine, when asked in a perfunctory way. I try only to inquire how someone is doing when I have time to listen and to respond in a thoughtful way. The above exchange did not qualify as that kind of social interaction.
And did I mention that it's really, freaking hot outside?
Then, I step off the bus and saw this:
It's one of my crazy sunflowers poking up to greet me over my battered fence.
My irritation evaporated.