I was at a flower shop yesterday. A young guy, a slightly acne-faced college student with a styled black shirt, was helping a customer, an older man with silver hair and a worn face.
The older gentleman shook his head, saying gruffly, "I just can't decide which rose."
"It's a hard decision, sir," the younger guy nodded, quite seriously. "But you gotta go with your heart." He soberly thumped his fist against his heart to emphasize his statement.
For some reason, this scene stayed with me for the rest of the sunlit day.