A bus driver in Cleveland asked me why I looked mad, and 7 minutes later I wasn't anymore
Last Tuesday was a mess. Missed my transfer by 10 seconds, phone died at 6% battery, and I got rained on walking 4 blocks to the stop. The driver must have seen my face because he said "you got on at the wrong stop for that frown." We talked the whole ride about his 22 years on that route, and he said bad mornings only last as long as you let them ride shotgun. What do you all do to snap out of a rough start when it's only 8am?