I have a fairly long commute to work. I leave very early in the morning and quite often,the first human face I encounter is at the toll booth. Most days I have a brief exchange of change with either an impassive woman, a bored, maybe depressed gentleman or a highly caffeinated man. But on Tuesdays, I am favored with endearing greetings, well wishes and kind safety cautions. Tuesday's toll taker truly sets the tone for my day with a pleasant, "Good morning, Dear" or "Hello, Love" and "Be safe, Angel". And yes, I can hear the capital letter in his voice. Even more endearing to me is the fact that I don't even know his name, nor he mine.