This story may be making a repetitive return today. It is Cycle 4, Day 5, and I need to lighten up.
One time, I was volunteering at the Girl Scout office, making phone calls in the back room. When I walked out, the staff dramatically came to my side. “Are you all right?,” “What happened?,” “How can I help?” I was entirely puzzled.
Apparently, the look on my face was abysmal. Shock and terror. Anger. I don’t know. I felt nothing. There was a cat hair on the roof of my mouth, and my tongue was aggressively working to remove it. That must have altered my facial expression.
Sometimes, we are just too serious. Sometimes, the world isn’t as emotional as it appears. Sometimes, there is a cat hair on the roof of your mouth.
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