Other People . . .

. . . Aren't freaky. Yesterday, I went to the local Gas Mart and was filling up and washing my windshield. When I was done, the young guy who had been on the other side was coming out of the building as I was going in. He was like three feet past the door when he saw me walking toward the door, and he turned around and opened the door for me. I was like, "You are SO sweet!" :-) Yay for polite young'uns! He was the last person anyone would ever think would be that thoughtful -- he totally looked like he might spend a lot of his time in pursuit of a high.