Writing of the outside world. See Jane Write: The Reporter’s Re-entry: Reclaiming the ‘I’ in a World of Third-Person Narratives, by Mary Chiney.
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Moral of the post. You never know what another person might be going through. The most harmless phrase might land badly.
At one point, I was having an epically unpleasant day.
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Downers ahead.
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We took our dog to the vet. For the last time. [Once Again]
I found out that my injured foot was in fact broken. [Foot Fashion]
Clearly, treats were in order.
On the way home, we stopped at my favorite bakery. [Hello Sir]
I loaded up on cookies and went to the register.
The cashier asked brightly, “How’s your day been?”
I stood there, thinking, ‘You really don’t want me to answer that question.’
My pause went on long enough to become an answer in itself. I finally said, “That’s why we’re getting cookies.”
Be kind. Because you never know.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
Exactly … or walk a mile in someone else’s shoes. I try to remember to be considerate of others, emphasize – try. I’ve been criticized for not allowing alcohol at events that I chaired, because you don’t ever really know who is sitting next to you, i.e. they are attending to get a breath of fresh air mentally, and oops! Someone has a drink nearby. First person smells it, or sees it, or sees related behavior, and they are no longer enjoying the event, but transported to their problem or the problem with someone they live / have lived with. Solution? Enjoy your drink in a space nearby, just not the main space. Kind of preachy here, sorry. MM
Thank you for being kind because…you never know.
Louise