The TSA guy in the Little Rock airport saw my snotty, tearstained face and asked me “Why so glum?” I said “Goodbyes.” He said “Goodbye never looked so pretty”.
Then at a bodega in Providence, I didn’t have cash and couldn’t use a card to buy a Gatorade, so the cashier winked at me and took a dollar out of his pocket and paid for it for me.
A sad, crappy day made better by gentleman and acts of kindness.
My rad 11 year old friend Allie (via theorderofthings)
Allie is my new BFF.