the little things.

Driving to work this morning listening to Matisyahu, I look over and see a Rabbi pass me in a Lincoln and I think to myself, "Ha, what a coincidence." Then it dawns on me: how important it is to appreciate little moments like this.

I've graduated from thinking driving nose-pickers are funny to acknowledging them as downright gross. With that said, I should probably admit that I'm a guilty offender (come on, who isn't), but knowing that that person may one day shake my hand with his or her boogery mits just flips my stomach on end. Needless to say, I no longer appreciate a gold digger doing his work on the raod.

But little things, like walking into my beloved Stall 3 at work and noticing the seat is still up. Normally this would piss me off as I'm a staunch advocate for all things DOWN: seat, lid, direction of pee-pee, but seeing this makes me happy. Why? Because it means it's clean, freshhhh, unused. And who doesn't want an unused turlet? Yeah, that's what I thought.

Another one? New flavors of froyo at the magical yogurt place down the street from me. Granted, everyone else in my neighborhood, and their dog of course, always decide to go at the same time I do. I don't mind waiting in line, but there's something about this place that puts people into a craze. It's like their a pack of wild monkeys scavenging the tiny 20 x 20 room for bananas. They butt in line, cut off a wicked froyo pour, lick, smack and shove. It's mayhem, really. Last time I was there (on one of my tri-weekly visits), a woman was shadowing me wherever I went. It got creepy. I multitasking (no easy feat in this place) by trying to have a conversation with my friend Cath while deciding what delicious new flavaflav of yo I wanted. And this woman wouldn't leave me the eff alone! Now, I did appreciate her excitement, but too much of a good thing can spoil the fun for everyone. In her weird accent she kept asking me, "Ohhh are yooo getting dis vun? Or dis vus?" I didn't have the heart to be mean so I politely responded to each question, but all I really wanted to do was smoosh my cup of yo in her face. You know, teach her a lesson about manners and stuff . . .

Anyway, I'm off to go appreciate a yoga class and all the wonders that will certainly ensue.