The Good Ones Have Big Signs and Open Before 8:00 am

I think that I am a good garage sale patron. I am. I bring loose change. I greet you and smile. I chat if you are chatting me up. I dismiss a remote inner-voice that says that I am poor because I am shopping in a stranger's garage, lawn, or storage shed. Due to the green movement, reusing is trendy! And Handsome Dude's toys are affordable! Gotta go, it's Thursday and the best ones start on Thursdays!

"So, How's Work?"

Family Reunions can suck. The only other place that you will find such a cross-section of characters that you are somehow involved with is at a workplace. That's ironic - considering this is the one place I will attend where I am most likely have to explain things. Here, you'll get my honesty. There, they'll get a coded, "I lost my job". It's those darn uncles and nosey 2nd cousins who pry for more details. Family Reunions always end. This is doable.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Your Speaker Today is..."

I was to fly to a distant city and give a big lecture and represent our organization on this date. Well, by now they must have figured out that I'm not coming, and, frankly, that Moxie of the 'Do-Good-Company-That Does-Mediocre' will not be speaking to hundreds today on "How You, Too, Can Do Good".