Fraternity, Liberty, Equality!

Happy Bastille Day.

Anyway, I realized today that I have superpowers.
Pretty cool, huh? What powers do I have, you might ask?

Smile.

I mentioned in a previous post that I like to frequent this little Italian chain-place by my apartment. It is run by this very charming older Italian man, and he is the only reason I go there. The food is mass-produced, not enough, and sort of bland. But that guy is so nice, that I just keep going back. I was chatting with him at dinner a few nights ago, and he said to me that I have "a good look." Naturally, I let my right hand fall to my side and I put my finger around the trigger of my .45.... just kidding. He then went on to comment on how I am always smiling.

That's when it hit me.

A simple smile can do wonders. Try it out. I dare you. For no reason whatsoever, just be pleasant to the girl behind the counter of Starbucks. Now, of course we must tip-toe along that fine line between being friendly and just being plain creepy, but I have faith in you. You will probably make that person's day.

Which brings me to my next topic: That waitress I wrote about.
I have had requests to post a picture of her. ARE YOU FREAKIN' CRAZY! Here is the only way I could get a picture:

1. Put on my favorite trench coat, fedora, and sunglasses and sit in a van across the street for hours on end, waiting for that perfect photo opportunity.

2. Be Honest. Okay, here's how the conversation will go:
M: Hey, how's it going. Listen, can I take a picture of you?
W: Umm, that's weird. No. Why would you take a picture of me?
M: So that I can post it on the Internet for all my friends and family to see. I've written about you on my nerd-blog a few times.
W: Get out.
M: Does this mean we're not getting married?
W: Not in a million years.
M: So you're saying there's a chance?

There you have it. Have a nice day!
-Matt