Yesterday, as Max and I were strolling around our neighborhhod with the dogs, we had a couple of back-to-back encounters with really freindly--I mean really friendly--people. Not creepy-friendly or particularly talkative people, just the kind of people who who made us both say, "Gosh, I really like our neighborhood. People here are just so nice." Whether it involves well-timed smiles, considerate door-holding, baby-talking to a stranger's dog, or (most frequently) incredibly patient and helpful clerks and cashiers at our local restaurants, bars, corner markets and pet food stores, the feelings of friendly and nice abound.
And then today, I found this. The Muppets were right again. The Muppets are always right.
Except for that whole Christian Scientist thing.