Crazy compliments
While walking Rachelle to work this morning, we passed a lady (other side of Chebucto Rd, walking the opposite direction) who was loudly arguing in the general direction of the traffic, or more accurately, with nobody in particular. I believe this is the same person I heard complaining out loud while opening at work yesterday (for a brief moment I was worried she was referring to my store, then relaxed when I realized she was maybe just a bit kooky.)
After getting Rachelle some coffee and running some other errands I headed back home. As I was halfway down Chebucto I heard more muttering and realized I was approaching the same woman, who was now carrying a raggedy looking mop. As I passed her she looked at me, smiled and said, 'He's right good looking for a boy of seventeen!'
Hey, it's nice to know I've still got it!
After getting Rachelle some coffee and running some other errands I headed back home. As I was halfway down Chebucto I heard more muttering and realized I was approaching the same woman, who was now carrying a raggedy looking mop. As I passed her she looked at me, smiled and said, 'He's right good looking for a boy of seventeen!'
Hey, it's nice to know I've still got it!