An optimist tells you to cheer up when things are going his way.
A middle-aged executive sits outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
When the museum’s fountains have been depleted of pennies,
bums rummage through the trash barrels, picking up aluminum.
The executive finishes a soda,
and unlike one who goes to the barrel farthest from the fountain,
he walks over to a bum, hands him his can and says,
“Here you go, sir.”
The bum says he’s no sir,
but the executive doesn’t have the patience to argue.