Yesterday, I waited for the bus wearing a colorful skirt and rainbow Doc Martens.
Unfortunately, I missed the bus and the next one was 20 minutes away, so I decided to treat myself a $4 Lyft line (because I'm WORTH it, you guys).
The person had just passed me, turned around, and swung by.
"It's you!" he exclaimed.
I had no idea who he was.
"I passed by you going the other direction and noticed you! I thought...wow, that girl has a funky style."
Thank you? Yes, let's go with that!
We listened to the news, and he raved about the woman talking. He admired her progressiveness. "She's a hero of mine," he confided. "She's a...she's....she's a SHERO."
Oh my god, yes.
Why is this not a thing? Or is it a thing and I just don't know about it?
I can be your shero, baby....
Coming home, there were two little girls around 3 years old, waiting with their dad for the elevator while I checked my mail. I heard one of them loud-whisper to her dad, "Look at that girl! She's magical!"
Thanks for noticing, awesome little girl.