“Why are you smiling?” asked The Bitch, clearly confused by my lack of shame.I didn’t answer. I just kept smiling.“Why the fuck are you smilin...?” she growled.My smile turned into laughter, which only angered The Bitch further. She started yelling, demanding to know why I was so happy. When that failed, she threatened to fail me unless I stopped laughing. I ignored her and kept chuckling.By the time my giggles finally died down, she was hysterical. Her face had turned a bright shade of red and. .The optimist says the glass is half full.The pessimist says the glass is half empty.The mother of a five-year-old says "Sweetheart it's whatever you want it to be, just please let mummy have five minutes peace and quiet."The engineer says "Fortunately I put half my water in a redundant glass"The project manager says the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.The realist says the glass contains half the required amount of liquid for it to overflow.The conservative says, "Who stole half my. I don’t know you…wait a minute,I’ve seen you in Barron’s office a few times. Are you his daughter?’ ‘Yes, my name’s Bess. Hi Benni.’ ‘You know my name?’ he asked stupidly. ‘I don’t think there are an awful lot of Benni’s around in this city, even fewer in this area and even fewer sitting in this vehicle with a peculiar spelling of Benni on it’s plate. I would have thought you were a little brighter that this.’ ‘Watch your mouth, baby, I don’t take crap from anyone and being Barron’s sexy little. And for some, it’s far harder than that, for some like this man, we do it with one arm, we keep going even though we sometimes lose the comfort of our own hats, and have to stop, retrieve that comfort, that security and find a way to keep going. Maybe he would have appreciated the gesture, my stopping jumping out to help. But I also wondered, how many who sat behind me in their cars would have honked impatiently as I did so. How many others sat there as I did wondering at his determination, or.