Okay, okay. I admit it. I'm a sucker for a compliment. I like giving compliments, and I like receiving them. Which is a not-so-subtle lead-in to the compliment of the week - (Twinerik wins for the month, and there are still three days left to the week, so he could come up from behind . . . ) - to wit:
I had to head over to Verizon for the third time about my new phone, and after the issue was resolved, I decided to pick up some things at the Shoprite in the same mall. As I was leaving, the manager was coming in from the outside. He was a middle-aged black man, wearing what for all the world looked like a tux, with a tux tie, and smiling. I smiled back at him, appreciating his get-up and feeling happy that the world has people in it who enjoy dressing up. He smiled wider, held the door open for me, and said, "What a beautiful smile you have! If you're single, I'll marry you today!" Well, I am single, and it's true he was dressed for the occasion; nonetheless, I replied "My loss!" at which he started laughing. I must have had a Cheshire Cat grin on my face for at least half-an-hour, thinking of what he said.
As I have noted many times before, possibly ad nauseum, I am constantly amazed at the power of a few kind words. What does one have to lose? The worst case scenario is that you say something nice to a stranger who either ignores you or makes a face indicating that you are obviously a dangerou maniac one step away from involuntary commitment to an insane asylum. I can live with that, because the best case scenario is that you change someone's day, week, month, or even life, all for free and with no effort. Okay, end of Pollyanna platform rant. Until next time, that is.
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