The other week I was leaving for work and when I was leaving, the (black) post lady was in the entryway putting mail in.
"How you doing?", she was like.
"Great!", I was like, like I usually say, and she did a double-take, and stopped putting mail in the boxes, and was like, "Really?"
"Yeah," I was like, "Why not? Life is good, I'm having a good time, I'm getting a lot done, and no major problems in my life either, so why not?"
By that point I was already going out the door, and she was like, "Hey, stop, you gotta rub some of that off on me!", and she had me stand in the doorway while she rubbed my upper arm a few times like she was transferring the happiness.
"Have a good day now!", she was like.
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