“Well, look who’s having a good hair day,” said a thin, business-looking but beaming security guard as I ducked through the metal detector.
“You have a wonderful day” he called over his shoulder, “and break some hearts while you’re at it.”
I grinned for an hour.
I love people like that.
Meeting them is like running into someone who grew up in the same impossibly tiny town as you. The town being “Delightedness in Life” – and no matter who they are or how obscure the corner of earth in which you find them, they are neighbors. And their faces are strangely familiar.