When I was a little kid, I asked my parents why grownups didn't smile very much. They couldn't come up with a valid answer. From my vantage point, being a grownup seemed way more cool than being a kid and I thought if I ever became an adult I'd smile all the time.
Well, ostensibly, I am a grownup now and, no, I do not smile all the time. But I sure as hell smile more than the people I work with. Man, what a bunch of Crankypants! And the higher their rank, the more cranky they are. I don't know why they're so pissed off all the time. I know they make about 10,824,537 times more money than I do. Ditto for the amount they get laid compared to me, so what do they have to be grumpy about??? If I could make decent cash and get some dick every once in a while, I'd be floating on air. But here I am, living hand to mouth and hand to---well, you know,---and I still manage to smile and say "Good morning", where these sourpusses just slither on by without a word. They act like they graduated from the Snape School of Social Skills. (Except Alan Rickman is hot and they aren't.)
Hey, wait a minute. I just had an idea. (That's a bad sign.)
What if the reason they are grumpy is because they're NOT getting laid? Perhaps I could start a "side business" and kill a whole mess o' stones in one throw, as it were. It worked for that Mom in Manhattan, right? Oh, wait, she's in prison now. Okay, maybe not. I told you it was a bad sign.
The grass is always greener, I suppose. I think they should be happy because they have money and sex. They probably walk by me and say, "Gee whiz, that middle-aged, slightly stoop-shouldered woman with the curly hair has no responsbility at work and a big bed all to herself at home--talk about lucky!"
And, after all, I am the one with a smile on my face. :)
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