good
It’s not a good sign
when they know you by first name
at the doughnut place.
I feel better when they recognize me at the gym, or the organic fruit stand, or even the bank.
And maybe slightly less proud when they wave wildly, smiling and calling my name at the doughnut shop, Baskin Robbins or the auto rebuild.
(Although, I admit, I don’t blame them. “Hopeful” is not the most common name out there.)
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and donut-days-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you dig in to that dozen, half-dozen or box of dunkin munchkins, send the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those powdered-sugar-syllables for all eternity.
