Nuns

I met a couple nuns during breakfast when I was at a breakfast bar, and they were real friendly, you could tell. It was refreshing almost, talking to them.

Anyways, I took their check off them, but they wouldn't let me pay it. The one with the glasses made me give it back to her.

"You've been more than generous," she said. "You're a very sweet boy." She certainly was nice. She reminded me a little bit of old Ernest Morrow's mother. When she smiled, mostly.

I like nice smiles. Usually you can tell right away by the person's smile if they're a big phony or not. But usually the person's more phony than real. It's hard to find someone that's not phony nowadays.

I don't know about old times in the past, but I haven't met very many genuinely nice people in my life.