Last night I was standing alone in the kitchen at a party, sipping a cider, trying to get over my damned social awkwardness and inability to chat easily with new people. At once, a lady walked through with wild hair and clothes and a big smile on her face. Our eyes met and I said a quiet, “Hey.”
“Hey!” she replied. And usually that would be that.
Then she walked across the kitchen to where I stood, clinked my bottle with hers, and said, happily, “Hey, cheers!” Then left. It was a nice gesture that put me more at ease.
And during the toast I saw that she still had on her name tag from the event she’d been speaking at that morning.
It was Lynda Barry.
Thanks, Marlys.
