Yes, it is I — the Seal of Approval, a benevolent spirit offering unconditional approval for every misstep, so your day doesn’t have to suck so much.
Say you overslept this morning? I approve. Burnt the French toast? J’approuve! Got the hiccups during the client presentation? Approve-o-rama!
Accidentally backed into a row of Harley-Davidsons, which toppled like dominoes onto a painter’s ladder, sending a can of Robin’s Egg Blue into a waiter’s tray at Saul Zapata’s Kosher Taqueria, which flung an entire order of sizzling gefilte-fajitas into a gentle arc over traffic and through the sunroof of a passing Mercedes?
Photo via Jack Zhang