For someone who spends most of their time laughing at things, I get told to 'smile!' way to often. Homeless people tell me to smile on average 5-7 times a week. I don't know what it is. I myself get mistaken for a homeless person fairly often, but I don't think that's it. I walk around a lot, especially around Tim Hortons and convenient and comfortable alleyways, but it's beyond that. I could be sprinting, running away from the giant robot from the 'Intergalactic' video, and that bum would still make sure to stop me only to get my attention so I could smile. In fact, I get asked for smiles more than I get asked for change/miscellaneous things homeless people would want. This one guy on Queen St sees me coming, and changes his cardboard sign to say "smile!". The guy who thinks he is hilarious because he dresses like Santa year-round that holds the sign saying "my sleigh broke down"-he asks me for change, I say no, and then before I can walk away says "what about a smile?". You smell, Santa. Large men who dress like Santa in the spring do not make me want to smile. I was so relieved to find a babbling woman in a velvet cloak pacing outside my Tim Hortons today, replacing the usual terrifying psychotic man that sits outside and unpredictably screeches. When I stepped outside the door with my coffee, I stopped, and the woman in the cloak and I set eyes on each other and had a moment. She didn't ask for change or a smile, but I smiled anyway.
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Today was sunny and I didn't get bullied. The only thing, that could, by definition, define today, is this.
