A Different Point of View

This morning, I was walking down the street, minding my own business, and was approached from behind by a guy on a bicycle.  He warned me that he was coming, so I said, "Hi," as he passed.  He stopped, looked back and said, "Can I ask you a question?" 
When I responded, he said, "What does it feel like to have a job to get up and go to every day?  How does that feel?"
I didn't know what to say!  I thought a bit, stammered a bit, and finally said, "Well, I complain about it all the time, so thank  you for helping me change my perspective." 
His name was Art.  I appreciate the emotional kick in the pants he gifted to me.