...to the older man at Starbucks, who was clearly busy, working on something on his computer, thank you for standing up and bringing a chair over to me as I stood behind my children in the crowded store. I like to think I can do it all, because most of the time I just do, but it's nice when someone else notices.
...to the ambulance we got stuck to in traffic next to while waiting to go over the Bay Bridge, thank you for remembering Clara, the sweet little girl you drove across that bridge last year. Thank you for telling her when I rolled down the window, "You look like you're feeling better pretty girl." Thank you for telling me that the photo I delivered with a Christmas present now hangs on your wall at the station. (And as they drove away from us, Clara pronounced, "Dats my friends." Full disclosure, she also said the same thing about the police officer who pulled me over a few weeks ago).
...we seem to be on a streak of getting stuck next to interesting people at the bridge. A few weekends ago, I rolled down the window and said to this woman, "Are there three golden retrievers in there?" "No," she said, "Five."