This is my laundryman. He is not a happy man. Neither is his wife-she's just plain old nasty. Every couple of weeks or so, we rush home so we can get our laundry in by 6:45 and out by 8. If we don't finish by 8 he or she stands over us, arms crossed, with angry looks on their faces.

I know its not the best job in the world. But would it kill them to give a simple smile once in a while, or a wave goodbye?

For years, when we leave, we always say "have a good night". Never do we get a reply. Last night, we just left in silence. And I liked it.