The experiment began, oddly enough, with a ramen burger.
It was a Sunday afternoon and in my defence, having not yet eaten a single thing, I was starving.
Even still, I must have been staring at the rather on-trend delicacy for quite some time before my friend whispered, “Can you stop smiling at that burger? That burger needs to earn your smile.”
I dropped the subject (and the corners of my mouth along with it). I could see my burger was on its way.
But on the way home I couldn’t help but wonder what my friend meant by “earning” a smile. All this time, had I been giving away my smiles too easily? After all, I’ll happily shoot a smile at a really excellent pair of shoes or a baby with ruby-red flushed cheeks.