Dear Chili Burrito Stranger,
I can't even remember what you look like right now, but I remember that you made my day. You did not know that my day started with a phone call to the pediatrician's office that left me 16 minutes to cook and eat breakfast, dress my child and myself, brush our teeth, pack a bag, feed the dogs and get out the door in order to make it to our appointment 4 minutes late. You were unaware that I had not showered today or even considered brushing my hair. You seemed not to notice that I was wearing jeans from the dirty laundry basket and the first long sleeved shirt I could grab from my closet. You seemed oblivious to the fact that my son's cough sounded like he'd been a smoker for 50 years. You only noticed how much you liked my hair and you told me that you'd been looking for a style just like mine. I realize that hair style is a personal preference and that, in fact, I may have looked as disheveled as I felt, but today, in that moment, you made me feel like a rock star and I really liked that. Thank you, Chili Burrito Stranger. I hope we meet again.
Mom of a sick toddler
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For the record, you really didn't look like you hadn't showered, etc. that day. But if she made you feel good, then all the btter. : )
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