So I was in a long line at a post office.

To be expected this week.

A couple of women who had completed their transactions individually offered cheery assurances to those of us waiting that the line moves quickly. Easy to say when you are on your way out. But whatever.

In any event, the second of these women eyed those of us waiting and said we won't be in line long. Then she added, "You just have to jolly up."

With that she put a hand on my arm, clearly accusing me of insufficient jollity.

She's not the first to mistake my natural expression for discontent. But really.

I did not say anything to her.

A bit later, a checker at Trader Joe's asked if I was "doing anything crazy this this afternoon."

I thought about saying I apparently was daring to not look adequately jolly. But I suspect he didn't really care about my answer.

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