Oh Ms. Jean Byrd. The same lady that cussed me for all I was worth yesterday softened up to me today. I walked up to her this morning, expecting an earful, “Good morning Ms. Byrd, how are you feeling today?”
She looked up, confused: “You again? You are just determined to be my buddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’am, I am.”
“Ok then, I’ll be your buddy.” Then she lifted up her bony hand to shake mine.
I had no idea it was going to be that easy…
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