Happy little ducks

It's been a while since my last post and the public is clamoring for more Ducks (read as "I've received one email asking 'where are the ducks?'") (the email may or may not have come from my brother...).

So, by public demand, more Ducks!!

Since my last post, Holland, Michigan (home of the row-less ducks...) has been declared as the second-happiest city in America. I'll bet that my youngest brother is reading this and saying "Nuh-huh," to which I offer this eloquent rebuttal: Uh-huh!

I also need to say "Take that Honolulu!! You might be a tropical paradise with gorgeous beaches and fabulous weather and fresh pineapple and... wait a second here. Why the hell aren't you happier?"

Of course, Boulder, Colorado is probably taunting us as well. Well played, happy people of Boulder. Well played, indeed.

Given Holland's apparent abundance of happiness, I find the following, completely true and in no way altered, interaction rather humorous. Note: The key to this interaction is the fact this takes place in a city which is only trumped by one other (the impossibly happy Boulder, CO) in levels of happiness.

Setting: Subway on River Ave. Holland, MI.

Me: I'd like spinach, tomatoes, green peppers, and black olives on that. Thank you.
Kid Behind Counter (in monotone, unhappy voice): Is it ever going to stop snowing?
Me: Well, it's Michigan, so probably not.
KBC: God hates us all.

I didn't know what to say to that. Truth be told, I STILL wouldn't know what to say to that and I've had some time to think about this (and trust me, I've given the incident plenty of thought...).

Link to happy article found here.