Once upon a time I was in a nail salon where a woman with eight toes came in asking for a discounted rate. She had lost two toes in a fire. They didn't give it to her. So she left.
Once upon a time I returned from a fancy-smancy evening of drinks at the Ritz Carlton only to have one of my dirty, destined-for-the-laundry socks, fall out of my beret. And pop went the bubble.
Today on the subway, an older woman attempted to move my leg by hitting it with her cane. A simple excuse me was too difficult.
This is all just to say...I'm trying to remember that there is inspiration in everything.