"Will she have a good day?"

It was the most innocent, most thought provoking question. My daughter (4) got to play hookie from preschool for a few hours this morning and went with me to do a good deed. I love senior citizens. I haven't had much interaction with any since my grandmother Ruby died over 4 years ago. (remember the Reece's cups?) So, on Wednesdays I call BINGO at the local Chick-fil-A from 9-10 AM. It's fun, and I love it. I let myself believe that they love me too... this is not at all my point.

As we were leaving CFA this morning, I cheerfully said "Have a good day!" to the manager on duty. She replied the same to me. As we walked out, my daughter asked the question.... "Will she have a good day?" Wow. The heartfelt quandary and depth of concern in her voice was almost spooky. So much so, that it has left me thinking about it all day. I don't know what's going on in that lady's life, very few people probably do. It's a job she has that places her in the public, much like most of us. We put on a smile, and aim to be polite and memorable. But the variables that go into 'good day' vs. 'bad day' are massive.. Except when you're 4. It's all pretty simple.

Have a good day...