I am not a snowman.
Odd fact I know, but it needs to be said. Sometimes I forget this.
Sometimes I go about my day with a frozen shell, shooting dark looks through my beady coal eyeballs, pissed off because the carrot I have in my face is not allowing me to smell anything good (okay, that one is a stretch). The point is, I can get real pissed off and feel like I hate everything. And everyone.
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Today, I have been real snowmanny…snowmanish…snowmanlike…Well. I’ve been a real snowmanasshole.
No cheery barista or puppy smiles could shake it, my cold attitude was resilient. I left my house, hell bent on escaping my crankiness, this however does not work. I should add, this never works. It turns out, my attitude comes with me. Always.
So I fled to Starbucks where I glared my way through my order, complained on the phone to Toyota because they filled my tires with air and not nitrogen (gasp! how dare they?!!?! …) and sat down to not enjoy my coffee, not feel grateful for my day, not be relaxed and feel generally pitiful.
So all went according to plan, I think I may have even infected some baristas with my bad attitude.
Then something happened. It was real small.
I signed on to the free Starbucks wifi and they gave me a free holiday song download. So I downloaded it. And I drank my coffee and felt myself melting.
Not wicked witch melting (which would have been appropriate due to my demeanor), but little kid in the Campbell’s soup commercial melting. I melted until I no longer felt cold, just a little chilly and some reason was allowed back into my mind.