Wisdom from the Holy Shrine of Walmart

  "I can't complain. Who would listen?" said the artificially cheerful and unexpectedly wise Walmart cashier who assisted me last night, in response to my generically offered question "How are you?".   Minutes earlier I had been consumed by my own unfortunateness.  AH! When truth smacks me in the face I have no choice but to acknowledge it.  Why should I allow something so insignificant to others as to not be worthy of their even momentary attention, to consume me.

Well, at least my hair looks awesome.