beefy russian
while we were both perusing the relish section at meijer, this beefy russian dude turns to me, and while laughing out of embarrassment (seemingly) he says, "i like your style." and i say, "what?". he repeats. i say thank you. then i become embarrassed, and say something to break the tension: "it is my saturday look." he laughs, heartily, and tells me that he can't imagine what i wear on a sunday ... or a monday!