Michael sent me flowers yesterday just because he could. I looked at them all day today and reread his little note. Put me in such a good mood that I decided to walk the second leg of my commute home and forego the bus.
Halfway home, I wandered into a thrift store because I love looking through old, vintage furniture pieces. As soon as I walked in and my eyes adjusted to the dark, I nearly ran out. Totally an episode of “Hoarders” waiting to happen in there. There was no aisle. Only a single narrow and short walkway occupied entirely by the owner with heaped boxes and towering piles to the left and right threatening to collapse on my head.
I threw out a breezy, “Ya’ll have a good one” in my best Texas drawl and out I went.
Walked the last 6 blocks home still thinking of what a sweet man Michael is.