My Morning so far...

During my morning jaunt to Starbucks, I complimentd a tiny, Latin woman on her calf-fit, leather boots. We got talking and she was regaling me with her recent Costa Rican vacation tale (see if I had made a homonym error here, it would have changed the ENTIRE vein of this rant) when the barista called me "M'am".

We hit the obvious topics: shopping (easy segue from a comment on her boots), monday blues, co-workers...yes, it was a LONG line.

But it got me thinking how easy it is to start up a conversation in the right context. You put yourself out there--you take a risk: the other person, may or may not respond--if it works, the exchange adds some value to your day.

Spotted outside the starbucks was a lovely, old, Honda scooter (we call them scooters in India...but wait, I think the correct term in the US is moped: it's Vespa-esque): white with a burnt orange racing stripe. Something to be said for retro.

The barista calling me "Ma'm" wiped the smile off my face, but the kindly construction worker hollerin' at me as I walked back to work, slapped it right back in place. "No, bless YOU, kind sir!"

Now, Kelli is offended by cat-callers. She's gone so far as to assualt a security guard in one of her more disgruntled states. I say bring it on...it's a real pick-me-up in the AM. I mean, those guys will holla at anyone--well almost anyone--but it puts a definitive spring in my step...as long as no more than calls come from those cats.

Keep in mind, Kelli also classified herself as "not a pet person" so I'm taking it all with a grain of salt...Akash or Asha (I've scrapped 'Rella and Naina) will be spared the coos of one Auntie Kelli!