I was sitting outside Panera with two friends, devil and angel. Devil told me that a broken relationship is like a dying animal; the best thing to do is to kill it quickly, out of mercy, to bury it and never look back. Angel told me that a broken relationship must be handled with care, given extra attention, and nursed back to health.
As I spoke with them, a transgender woman with blonde hair, big sunglasses, and a dark brown tan came up and said, in the voice of someone who has smoked a pack of cigarettes every day for 50 years,
“Wow, are you a college professor? The things you say are so true and loving. I’m sorry I was listening, but your voice projects, just like mine. You have such a lovely voice. I wish everyone could hear what you’re saying. Bless you.”
Then the trans woman gave us fist bumps and we parted ways.