This morning on my regularly scheduled hurried walk to the subway from my house to the office, I had no less than 4 people say good morning to me. You know what, I believe that they actually meant it. It didn’t appear to be forced. It was actually quite pleasant.
I think in the 4 years we lived at our other house, I had 4 people say good morning to me in total.
I think I am going to have a good morning today.
There, that didn’t hurt. Toronto the friendly.