I'm not cheap, but the smiles are free. I work outside for two of my jobs. Folks go by all the time. I don't want to talk to everyone as the time rolls by and I'm on a paid clock. The smiles are free though, so when someone walks by I look up and smile. Sometimes "good morning" escapes my lips, then back to the tree I'm trimming or the rocks that I'm placing for a dry river bed in my clients yard.
I've tried not to do this, but there is something that draws me out when another human comes my way. Just a small connection that reminds me that we're all sharing this planet. That smile I give doesn't know who you voted for or how you treat your mother. It's free. It's shared. It's a opening.
(pats heart and points to you)