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stoutfellowThere's a little sundries shop in the University Center. Most days, when I get to work in the morning, I'll stop off there to pick up a danish. (This may come to an end; they seem to be phasing out the Bon Appetit line, which I particularly like.)
Since it's summer, there aren't as many students around. This may extend to the supply of student workers; at any rate, the cashier yesterday looked like he'd be more at home on a four-master - or maybe a pirate sloop - than behind a cash register: a burly guy, with a prominent tattoo on his right forearm. I found myself gazing at it as he rang me up. It seemed to be a rather thick block of neatly calligraphed text, which - of course - I tried to read. It finally came clear as he handed me my danish.
It was the Serenity Prayer, usually attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr:
Since it's summer, there aren't as many students around. This may extend to the supply of student workers; at any rate, the cashier yesterday looked like he'd be more at home on a four-master - or maybe a pirate sloop - than behind a cash register: a burly guy, with a prominent tattoo on his right forearm. I found myself gazing at it as he rang me up. It seemed to be a rather thick block of neatly calligraphed text, which - of course - I tried to read. It finally came clear as he handed me my danish.
It was the Serenity Prayer, usually attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr:
Grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, the courage to change what should be changed, and the wisdom to know the difference.Initial impressions... aren't always correct.
