The nurse was in a bit of a grump. It's her afternoon off and she has a class to go to- something to do with measuring pulses in diabetic feet. "Yes," I said, shamelessly, "I don't suppose they'll have anything to tell you that you don't already know." "Well, she said, reflectively, "They usually come up with something new". She was a lot cheerier after that.
I'm trying hard to be nice to people these days. Making a real effort. This started before I returned to church, but I don't suppose it's unconnected. Yesterday I found myself surveying my LJ post after I'd written it- and wondering if I'd been sufficiently nice to the authors I'd critiqued. Because Christians are unfailingly nice, right? Ogodogodogodogod, I'm turning into Cliff Richard!