Tomorrow. I will stare in silence. I will smile and nod. And she will wonder what questions. I think I may not literally care. Not indifference exactly...just an air of the wind keeps blowing.
Searching faces. Something unfortunately I have always done. The Hayward snackie...he knew faces. He knew exactly what I was thinking. A friendship formed simply by use of the word, "Thank you, Sir" and the pause "You're welcome m'am...have a nice day". Simple kindness....politeness...acknowledgement.
They all get treated like crap because they're the snack guy, the bus driver, the guy responsible for emptying the trash receptacles. The power of a smile, of a nod, of sitting next to the roughneck who is hard and pissed to hell when no one else will get close.
Some can't imagine the very essence of life in these acts...and I wonder why no one cared enough to let them know.