It will appear at the precise moment when you pass gas in an elevator, and everyone blames your husband instead of you.
That is when the boomerang of kindness hits you back. It's also a very true story. Numerous times over,
though it wouldn't be fair if I just waxed on about kindness and I didn't also include its inevitable downside it's relevant to know that sometimes when you choose nice, it does come with a price tag.
Being nice sometimes means avoiding the obvious joke.
Like for instance, I'm me, and I've chosen this path, this speech to be nice at an institution like this.
I am choosing not to reference aunt Becky in any way shape.
Thank you.
In fact, I'm so nice.
I'm not even going to mention my actual aunt, Becky for fear.
It is simply too close to the fire and let me be real.