So, you know, sometimes I really hate people. I mean hate them. I sound just like Yosemite Sam when I say that. People are rude, thoughtless and inconsiderate of others. They cut me off in traffic, don't let me into traffic, hit my doors, run me over on the way to the sales rack, cut in front of me at Circle K, speak loudly, act snotty and treat others rudely in front of me. And I hate them for it.

But today, today was a people loving day. First thing that happened to me today was that a lady bought Joaquin and I breakfast. We got up to the window to pay and were told that the lady ahead of us paid our tab. How did she know I had several non-people loving days this week?