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Friday, September 23. It's Friday So Who Cares?

Ok so. It's one of those days when you get up knowing that it is the beginning of your weekend and you could care less about rushing to work, about the attitudes you know you will face once you arrive, or about the cranky, sleepy, "stingy with the seats" New Yorkers you will encounter on your commute.

I can honestly tell you that it is all a blur. LOL I could care less about anything they said, did, or intended unless they touched me. (I admit I'm a self-proclaimed germaphobe.) I am so happy that it is Friday that I didn't even mind the large lady with the attitude who sat beside...or rather halfway on me, so much.  I just scooched (I'm southern. We make up words...) I scooched over as far as I could go and gave her more seat. I admit, I was like ewww, gross, ugh!! But only for a moment.  I made a mental note to use an alcohol wipe (I said I was a germaphobe, didn't I?) and move on toward the weekend.

Lesson:  There's not many things, even an uninvited strange person sitting on your lap, that can stop the joy and excitement you feel about Friday! (If it's underlined, click it!)

A Girl Changing The World

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