Exactly three people wished me on Valentine's Day. And I was caught off-guard all three times.
The cashier who swiped my credit card at Chipotle.
A homeless man who made way for me to walk on a bridge that was all covered in ice and slush.
The campus security guy who asked me to wrap up work and go home.
February 14 is not on my list of the top-20 or even top-50 days I celebrate, so it doesn't matter to me. What matters is the human connection.
In other news, the best thing I saw is a picture of my friend's little son standing by a calf, pulling it's ears and smiling lovingly at the calf with a caption about love knowing no boundaries.