2003-08-14 9:47 a.m.

My receptionist—although I use the term 'my' loosely, since she is clearly her own—smiled at me as I walked into work today. The white of her perfect teeth matched her angelic demeanor. She called out to me as I passed by, "Have a bad day!"

I felt so lucky, so special. And I thought, what a wonderful world I live in.


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