Yesterday, in a bus station, I took a table in the restaurant. I asked the woman who was already sitting there for permission to take a seat. She cheerfullly said yes and proceeded to strike up a conversation. She asked where I was going, what I did, etc., we had a very pleasant chat for the next hour or so. It turned out she was a sales person, so, no surprise that she was extroverted and talkative. Still, she had nothing to sell me. That sort of friendliness makes those long waiting times in life so much more pleasant. I’ll take it.
Evidence of friendly universe: friendly strangers.