“No problem.”

That is the response I received at the gym this morning, when I thanked the front desk staff for the sauna being hot today.

This is a ridiculously small thing to complain about, but I think the words she was searching for was, “my pleasure.”

Manners. They go a long way in keeping brethren kind to each other.

The photo: me in London (2006), making my daily check-in call to my newly widowed mother. For some reason, Funk loves when I talk on the phone (probably because I’m not harassing him), and so he snapped this frame on his way home from work.

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