So... I've been feeling a bit sorry for myself for the past two weeks because I have a cold. However, one wonderful side-effect of having a cold is that my voice drops by an octave or two. It sounds so much better.

So tonight I had to get petrol on the way home from work. When I went to pay, the conversation started like this:
Cashier: Good evening!
Me (gruffly): Hi! Pump no. 5 please.
Cashier: Certainly, Sir!
I haven't stopped smiling yet. Can I get a high-five?