I haven't been sleeping well lately. So last night I popped a Tylenol PM and finally got a full night's rest. I even decided to sleep in. I really needed it.
So I get on the train and there's this woman smiling. And smiling people automatically make me suspicious. That just shows how messed up the world is that I have to concern myself with why this woman is smiling. What does she know that I don't? Is she really just generally happy? So happy that she has a constant smile? What the hell is she so happy about? I should ask her. No, that would be weird. No, really, I should ask her! Nah.
Anyway, I got over that when she got off the train. When I got off at my stop, someone got one of their flip-flops caught in the escalator. I laughed out loud. (Calm down, no one was injured) Those damn flip-floppers. I probably had a silly grin on my face as I walked to the office, prompting someone else to start thinking "What the hell is he smiling about. Why the hell is he so happy?"