My college roommate was a complete bitch. I’m grateful for her rotten personality, sarcasm and mean spirit. Michelle was all the motivation I needed to spend a lifetime in a good mood. She scared the crabbiness right out of me; I’m rarely moody anymore. I was getting ready for the long holiday weekend, and I was in a terrific mood. I got a request for a sample copy of my new book and I went to the down the block from my condo, to send it out. Picture me whistling a happy tune. I walk into the store to complete my very pleasant task. That’s when I’m hit with one stupid excuse after another from a defensive clerk, as to why my book can’t be sent out UPS ground. I won’t bore you with the details. Now, picture me with steam coming out of my ears. I’m no longer in my good mood, and I’m trying every trick in the book, to get back to my happy place. I smile. I recall a funny story. I think of a real cute kid I know. Nada, zip, and zilch. Read next feature >