And the saga continues...
Had a job to replace a credit card reader, taking the same route as I rode yesterday to the
@Nashcat RTE, just not quite a far.
Simple, easy job BUT! I brought the wrong damn parts!
Have not done that in years, and feeling like a total lower.
Riding will make me feel better, and I stopped at a Cracker Barrel halfway home.
To make me feel better, I was walking to the entrance with my jacket draped over my left arm, helmet in the left hand, as a middle- aged woman exited the door. She walked towards me with a Styrofoam go cup and a straw in it, saw me and abruptly did an about- face, walked back to the door, and held it open for me.
I thanked her profusely, stating she didn't have to, and she just smiled.
How nice is that?