One wonderful miserable day

An email I sent to a girl I am nutzo about.

I watched this girl, as she came up the lane. She was slender, petite, and the load she carried was considerable. 

I thought of helping her and decided she wasn't close enough yet to hear me. The baby carriage, which looked like a NASCAR has too small of tires to roll properly on the rough road.

 As she neared enough that I could see her expressions, I could see that it was not the load that made her moves quick and decisive, brusque, and bold. It was something else, and anger was the portrayal. I could practically see smoke coming out of her ears.

 I smiled nicely when she passed by, the baby boy bouncing and grinning with the aggressive ride he was taking. His seatbelt was secured, and he was happy. Unlike the mother who said only;

'Dont talk to me!' as she passed.

This girl, did I tell you? Is so attractive to me, I am certain to make an clown of myself, just to gain a few moments of her time, and hear her relate to me, what it is that makes her so mad.

Because, It matters to me.

Why?

quien sabes?