Where are the Smiles?

The other day I was shopping in my local club stores. I turned a corner and one of those awkward almost collisions occurred. The man muttered excuse me and did what I normally do and smiled while nodding my head. Four steps down the aisle, I realized he couldn’t see my reaction. Then I went to the human checkout and smiled at the employee on the other side of the plexiglass. She couldn’t see my smile either. 

That evening a neighbor stopped by the house on the way home from the medical office where he works. He wore sunglasses, a bike helmet, and a mask. Until he spoke I remained clueless as to his identity. My neighbor is one of those good-natured people with an infectious smile. I never saw it. 

How do we bring the smiles back? I wish I knew.