“I think I just met the happiest person in the world,” she said breathlessly as she burst through the side door of their tiny condo. Her boyfriend, Nate smirked as she unburdened herself of the seven reusable store bags that she had hooked over both shoulders. She hated making multiple trips from the car.

“Well… who is this happiest person in the world?” Nate asked, as he began the process of unloading the groceries.

“Her name is Georgia, and I met her at the store. She was bagging my groceries. I would say she’s about 75, if I had to guess. Just the sweetest thing.’

“Sweet, but how could you tell she was happy?”

“Hmm. Well, in the three minutes we spent together, she smiled, she complimented my hair, she gently teased the new checkout boy when he almost gifted me the filets, and she did all this while deftly packing my bags. I don’t know— she just seemed to be totally in the moment— making eye contact, winking conspiratorially, like we were best friends. I don’t know exactly what it was, I just know how she made me feel.