You, Too, Can Be Cheered Up!
I went after hours to the restaurant where another roommate worked, hoping to bum a free glass of wine and fume while he cleaned up.
Bono (yes, _that_ Bono) pulled me out of quite a funk one evening.
After a long day of skiing in Park City, Utah, where I was living at the time, I had a less than pleasant encounter with one of my many roommates. So I went after hours to the restaurant where another roommate worked, hoping to bum a free glass of wine and fume while he cleaned up. This was during the Sundance Film Festival, so the area was crawling with artists, groupies, and people who don't deserve to be famous.
I noticed John Cusack and his party leaving a table as I entered the establishment. After reveling in my sighting of "Lloyd Dobler":http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098258/, I sat down at the bar, ordered my drink, and let my fuming commence. I was staring blankly into space, scratching emotional itches that should have been left alone, when a man on the other side of the bar tilted his head my way and caught my eye. When I met his gaze, he smiled a very pleasant smile and waved in my direction.
Realizing it was Bono, shades and all, I turned around to see whose attention he could possibly be catching. When I realized that the area was deserted, and that I was the only one on my side of the restaurant, I beamed, smiled back, and finished my wine, forgetting entirely the reason of my discontent.