One thing a like about getting older is the increasing frequency of reminiscing.

I used to cycle commute to work. This one time I caused a guy to miss a gap in traffic, wasn’t something I was trying to do, just the timing worked out that way.

I saw him starting to curse, I don’t think it was directed at me, but I blew him a kiss anyway.

The cursing transformed immediately to a bust of laughter from both of us, I think made his day.