Smile, Though Your Heart Is Breaking.......................

There's not much of a chance of my family members finding my blog via a comment I made on anothers' post.  None of my family, except my sister, read any blogs.  My sister reads a blog that I don't...and even if she did find my blog, I wouldn't care.  She's safe.

I was more worried about a distant cousin, or a smarter than average grandchild searching for it.  Like if Jen asked Andrew to find it for her--just to check up on what I'm posting.  Well--that isn't going to happen now--I am quite certain. 
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I had a nice, unexpected treat today, when I stopped at the gas station.

This station is on the way to Howell--about 2 miles away.   I stop in there quite often, sometimes just to grab a Diet Pepsi on the way up to The Farm.

They have a new manager, I think he said he was 60.  We have briefly chatted before--he seems quite cultured and has just moved here from the Ann Arbor area, where he said he enjoyed going to the symphony, or to see live theatre in Detroit.  He appears very nice.

Today when I walked in, someone started singing, "the most beautiful girl in the world........", I turned to look and there he was, sitting off to the side, at a desk doing book work.  

The clerk at the counter said, "He's got a crush on you."

I must have blushed because the clerk said, "I do too."

"Well--isn't that just the nicest thing I have heard all day!  All week, rather.  Heck, that is the nicest thing I have heard in years!"

Then the manager walked over, behind the counter and said, "Well, it's true.  You have the most beautiful smile and you are always smiling.  Every time you come in here, no matter how long you have to wait, you just keep smiling.  It makes our day!!"

The clerk said, "Yeah.  I wish you'd only buy a gallon of gas at a time so you'd have to stop in more often."

So I paid my money, gas was "only" $3.33 today, said, "thanks guys" and walked, with a much lighter step, out to my car.
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I think I have an affliction about smiling however.  When I worked, so many times, people would pass by my desk and say,"You got a secret?"

Once, I was in a little restaurant, enjoying a milk shake, people watching, and a guy came over and tried to hit on me.  I guess he thought I was smiling at him?

At my Dad's funeral, as we were lined up, getting ready to walk into the sanctuary at the church, the funeral director said, "Judy, quit smiling."

The kid at the Subway calls me "Sunshine."

I stopped at Wal-Mart today to do a bit of shopping and I noticed many people smiled at me as I passed them in the aisle.  I realized that I had a half-smile on my face--just walking around the store.

As I sit here, in front of my computer, typing away, I notice that I am smiling.

Personally?  I think it is more a nervous habit than a "knowing" thing I am doing.  Because, most of the time, I'm not all that happy.

Or--I could just be a simpleton with a smile plastered on my face.  I just hope I don't start drooling or twitching!!