had a really rough start this morning.
woke up late (alarm battery apparently died).
my head was pounding (too much wine/not enough water at dinner last night).
blow-dryer fell in toilet (even after drying out, appears to no longer work).
very important button flew off shirt I was going to wear (other options not plentiful as laundry and dry-cleaning have piled up).
slipped on dog toy on stairs (will have a colorful bruise on my leg and arm).
some guy nearly hit me changing into my lane (he then had the nerve to shake his fist at me).
once I got to the dry-cleaner, things turned around, though...
there was a guy waiting, the dry cleaner was in the back, and apparently did not know we were waiting. I was feeling a bit disheveled (wearing really old ill-fitting shirt. hair looking a mess because of blow-dryer incident) and unsocial (hadn't even had my caffeine fix yet). but he was cute and nice, and began chatting with me. when the dry cleaner came to the front, the guy let me go ahead of him, although he'd been waiting longer, and I'd made no mention of being late or anything. perhaps my frantic state was apparent the minute I walked in the door.
one of life's little curve balls, just thrown out there to let me know there are considerate people around, nice guys, and really awesome dry cleaners that have promised to get the ink mark out of my favorite shirt!