I consider myself a nice person, but I need to distance myself from this "nice" thing. I need a replacement, not for me, but for "nice."
I tell everyone that it is "sooooo nice" living here. The weather is nice. The people are nice. And when I go away, it's nice to come back.
I dream of one day finding my parents a nice house in South Carolina. My parents just want to find a nice cake. And when they buy it, someone will probably tell them to "Have a nice day."
And how could they not when they have a nice cake?
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But what is a nice house? A nice cake? A nice day?
The house I dream of finding my parents is carefree and custom made just for them. A house filled with all their likes and needs, and yes, a nice cake or two.
Except that the "nice" cake my parents are looking for (and trust me on this
one) is way beyond nice; it's almost impossible to find.
Since beginning my quest for a new "nice" I made an alarming discovery: Nice is not so nice. It's derived from the Latin word nescius, which means ignorant.
All the more reason to find a new "nice."
I was out shopping recently, not for the cake, but for something else.
The store clerk was way ahead of me. She already ditched "nice." She rung up my purchase, handed it to me and said, "Have an outstanding day."
I was shocked.
I was expecting nice. I'd much rather have an outstanding day than a nice day. And so I did. I found not one, but two items that fit, really nice.
My friend from Wisconsin, who is sooooo nice, simply loves cake, any kind of cake. She sent me a copy of her fortune from a Chinese restaurant. It said, "A nice cake is awaiting you."
She was quite excited about that fortune. It was meant for her and she made sure it came true. But imagine if it had said, "A fabulous cake is awaiting you." Now that would be nice.
Or would it?