Simple Pleasure

One simple pleasure is life is noticing people being nice. In Wal-Mart, I noticed a man at the checkout, he was about 50, balding, in a button up shirt and slacks. He looked worn out, but there was a timid excitement in his face as he made his purchase. It was a dozen red roses. As the cashier lady handed them back to him, his face lit up as he took them. Then he carried them out of the store so tenderly, as though they were the most precious thing in his world. Whoever is home, waiting for him, is one lucky woman!