my good friend
i visit the indian restaurant downstairs from my apartment pretty regularly—especially on nights i’m working late at the office and don’t get home until well after 7:00. jay, one of the servers, always greets me with a smile and says, “hello, my good friend!”
so much more kind and friendly than ‘sir’ and no less respectful. on some of my toughest days, it completely disarms me and helps me settle down from everything else going on.
to you all reading this:
hello, my good friends. i’m glad you are here.