I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

It's the little things...

So I lent Mike Y a pen; one of those non-descript, company promo pens. I wouldn't have cared if I never saw it again. In any case, I had something to do, so I left the theatre, and when I came back, my pen was lying on the desk in the lobby, a note written on a napkin tucked underneath.

"THANKS 4 THE PEN EMMA"

I have the note sitting here on my desk. For some reason, it impacted me. Made my day, even though it really was a good day. I don't know, the fact that someone would take the time to do something they didn't need to do, just to show me they appreciated something silly....

Mike, that was great. You're entirely welcome.

posted by Emma @ Friday, February 20, 2004