I walked into the communal lunchroom to heat up my food and spied a woman in a dress. A dress I would wear. A dress I wish she’d just hand over to me.
I mean, she could go home and change. I don’t think working in ones underthings is socially accepted. At least not in the non-profit world.
I liked the dress so much I blurted out a compliment, “I love your dress!”
Her pleased reply, “Oh thank you! I got it at a thrift store for $3. You know, I think about you when I get dressed in the morning.”
To myself, “Ummm…This could be potentially Awkward with a capital A.”
She continued, “You have such great style. I want to emulate it.”
To myself, “Oh! Phew! That’s a relief. I am not up for a Single White Female situation.”
I thought the dress would go perfectly with a new pair of shoes I just got.
Random compliments sure do perk up a person’s day, don’t they? I’m going to see if I can deliver a few today.
(I really do need to find a new dress to wear with those spectacular new shoes.)