Reader Vipin Kannoth writes in to tell me that he sent a poem to a mutual friend yesterday, and she told him that his poem was just like my Facebook status message at the time. My status message read: Amit was at the store yesterday to buy Happiness, but it was out of stock. Shortlived Joy was on sale, though.
Vipin’s poem has much more merit than my glib message—so do read Happiness 2.0.