A young woman walked into my bar tonight. She ordered a gin and tonic, which I fixed with an interlude in the bathroom to blow my nose--I've got a cold or I'm allergic to the little black and white cat who's been slinking around here--and took down an art book and slowly, silently, sipped and read for half an hour. I asked her if she wanted another one when she was finished and she said no. She good up about five minutes later and, smiling and self conscious, said, "Can I just say thanks?" and slapped her two hands down on the bar. "I came here and I was feeling shitty and then good drink, good read." She moved her hands the whole time. "And you played Broken Social Scene. Just, thanks."
"You're welcome. And I like your dress."
"Thanks." [Head bob, spin on heel.]
That is a thing that is good.