. . . I hear the phrases companies require their employees to say either in the form of a salutation or valediction. (I think I smile because of the obvious word choice or wordplay and because I'm no actor and delivering those preset lines would be difficult.)
When a McDonald's order taker asks me, "What can I make for you?" my inner smile is huge and I think, Make? Nothing.
The other day I took my niece to the Disney Store, and the closing there was, "Have a magical day!" Why thank you, I will.
And at See's Candies, after they've greeted you with a free chocolate and you've made your purchase: "Come and see us again!" Thanks, I think I will, mostly for the sweet valediction and the cherry chocolate.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Wouldn't it be nice . . .
. . . if, like a hermit crab outgrows its shell, we outgrew our troubles?
Only then wouldn't we discover that we had taken up residence in a new, roomier shell, housing even larger or more numerous problems?
Maybe we should try shrinking from our troubles instead. But the shirking and getting smaller is no way to live. We learn that quite clearly from the Grinch's and Ebenezer's hearts. They had shrunk so small that the characters were unable to live alive; they were living dead.
So maybe we should, like the hermit crab, welcome bigger shells, roomier digs, and the new challenges that more space brings.
Only then wouldn't we discover that we had taken up residence in a new, roomier shell, housing even larger or more numerous problems?
Maybe we should try shrinking from our troubles instead. But the shirking and getting smaller is no way to live. We learn that quite clearly from the Grinch's and Ebenezer's hearts. They had shrunk so small that the characters were unable to live alive; they were living dead.
So maybe we should, like the hermit crab, welcome bigger shells, roomier digs, and the new challenges that more space brings.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Outside . . .
. . . the sun is bright in the sky. I position myself in its rays so that I can feel its warmth. The rest of me remains as cold as this chilled day.
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