Up with people

I like people very much. I woke up late this morning and was in a kind of hazy, lethargic mood bordering on a bad temper, exacerbated by my decision to dress for winter and then have to charge to the station barging past pedestrians and getting increasingly hot in the process. I got to the station in time, had a brief argument with the ticket machine, and steamed aggressively into WHSmiths to buy a paper. And was greeted at the counter by the nice chap who works there and his friendly, even greeting of 'Alright mate', which I vainly but gratefully took to be a personal greeting because he recognised me and I him. And I felt much better immediately, thinking, I like people very much. So I'm having a good day, now.