My dinner was a falafel platter, with babaghanough substituted for the default hummus. Along with my meal I was drinking a Fin du Monde, the excellent Belgian-style trippel ale (9 % alc./vol.) from Unibroue in Quebec.
At one point, when I was maybe 2/3 through the platter, and dipping my pita into the babaghanough, a woman at a nearby table turned to me and said, "Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to interrupt you, but you seem to really be enjoying yourself. I just had to tell you that." I was taken aback.
"Well, the food is very good here, right?" I answered after a moment's pause.
"It's not just the food," she said. "I mean you REALLY seem to be enjoying yourself. I can feel the energy from here." Her companion nodded in assent.
This was news to me. I had no idea I had any energy. To tell the truth, I had been having a pretty mediocre, if not miserable, day. In fact, I was feeling a bit depressed. Now, out of the blue, a stranger is telling me that I'm very obviously enjoying myself--and projecting energy, no less. So maybe I wasn't depressed after all. All of a sudden I'm feeling great.
Sometimes a stranger is as good as a friend.