Make My Day

So the other day I went to Specs with Allan. There was only one person working the register so there was a long line with a bunch of people. This younger looking girl was behind Allan and me. Allan, like normal, was flirting with her and telling her all about his day and pointing to things and telling her about whatever it was he was pointing to. She was laughing at him and talking back to him and tickling him. This is the norm for us when we go places. So then the girl starts to tell me that she has had probably one of the worst day of her life today. She tells me that it's been an awful day and she's been crying like crazy all day. That's when I notice her eyes are so red from crying and I see tears start to swell up in her eyes as she's telling me this. She goes on to tell me that seeing my son and having him react to her the way he just did has made everything better. She tells me I have no idea how much he just helped her. I, of course, tell her that I'm glad he could make her feel better and put a smile on her face. I then jokingly, to lighten the mood, tell her that the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand will help her day out too. And she goes, yeah, but not nearly as well as your son has.

I just thought that was the best compliment a mother could get. It gave me chills when she was telling me that. I don't know what happened to make her day so crappy, but I'm glad knowing that Allan could help make her feel better. He brightens my day every day and if he could brighten a stranger’s day, then that is awesome.