Just like twitter, only longer
"Adrienne cannot be described in just one word. She is an enigma that strikes a match to my mundane life. When I have the opportunity to bask in her aura, I feel for a brief second that my life is meaningful. Her presence is a force a pure utter goodness. Her indescribable beauty, sweetly burns itself into my memory and her voice harmonises itself, as if it were one with the world. She is a cloud of mysterious un-attainability, hidden behind her angelic blonde fringe."
|*Old lady sitting in waiting room*|
|Me:||Good-morning! Have you been having a nice day?|
|Old Lady:||*Glares* Well, I have cancer so every day is bad.|
|Me:||Oh… Umm... I'm sorry to hear that…|
|Then we proceed to sit in awkward silence until my mum sees her (she just looks at peoples feet, it's not like we're a doctors surgery). Seems like 'Have you been having a nice day' is too personal a question to ask. Next time I will make a comment about the weather.|