Why, the insolent cold pulls me back into my car as I battle against it to get my mail. I just want my mail.
Why, the person graciously opens the door for me as I whisper a thank you, trying to catch my breath.
Why, the dog rests its head on the car door, sadly waiting for his owner to come back
Why, the clothes mischievously slip off the hanger, happy that they are creating extra work for me
Why, the water bottle clinks and clinks with every step made down a never-ending hallway
Why, the mother loving reads the book to her child, teaching her that “Everyone Poops”
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