Smile. It’s free.
"Hey, mister! Where's the smile?" the stranger asked as I crossed the street.
There was nothing about him that stood out. He was pretty nondescript except for…
… he had this smile. This big, pearly, perfect smile. Did you ever watch "The Mask"? Jim Carey's smile when he had the mask on? It was like that.
I just left a long bartending shift. The last thing I wanted to do was interact with one more person. So I pretended that I didn't hear him. I had earphones on. It could be believable.
Still he kept calling out, "Hey, mister! Where's the smile?" Each time his call becoming louder and wilder.
I stepped up my pace as I moved along down the street. He remained on the corner, still smiling, still calling out, "Hey, mister! Where's the smile?"
After a few blocks, his voice had faded though not completely gone. I accelerated to a very brisk walk and I breathed a small sigh of relief as his voice continued to silence.
I arrived home and quickly got myself inside. Finally hunkered in bed, as my eyes were closing, I could swear I heard whispered softly from outside my bedroom door, "Hey, mister… where's the smile?"
Submitted October 13, 2018 at 10:49AM by arrbee202