She counted. 1..nice, tall, black dude. 2..short, little hispanic man. 3..guy on a wheelchair who didn't really look like he ought to be checking *anyone* out. 4..a young kid. She frowned at him. Kids grew up too fast these days. 5,6,7,8..the valets who normally stood right next to the shuttle stop and yelled namaste when they saw her coming. 9..the guy in the cowboy hat and the really nice smile. She had to smile back.
She got into the bus. 9 for today. A decent validation count.
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2 comments:
serious picker-upper in the mornings, no? :D
Actually I hate that we all need that validation. Sucks, no?
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