I can live for two months on a good compliment.
– Mark Twain
This week three complete strangers complimented me.
Hmm. Why do we say “complete strangers”? If someone’s a stranger, then he’s always a complete one, right? I mean, no one ever refers to someone as an “incomplete stranger.” Anyway, don’t tell me that a compliment from a stranger doesn’t do anything for you. It should do more for you than one from someone you know, because it means that you’ve made an immediate impression.
Compliment Number 1
The first stranger to compliment me took place at the Waffle House. I had a few bites left of my scrambled eggs and was quietly gazing at the various types of people at the counter. The bus boy, who was really a bus man, came up to clear my plate and as he approached me he looked right at my face and said, “You’re beautiful.”
I could have melted right there, like the chocolate chips that were just baked into my pecan waffle. He looked at me again, and said “really beautiful.”
That’s it. I loved it. I loved him. I don’t care if he says that to every woman at Waffle House. I don’t think that he did, but does it really matter? As long as I don’t see him dishing it out to other women, I’m happy.
“Thank you,” I said to him and went up to pay my bill. I made a note to remember to revisit this Waffle House.
Compliment Number 2
The second stranger to compliment me happened at the Goodwill drop off. Got out and opened the trunk of my car. An attractive man in his forties with blond hair so straight it must have been subjected to mega doses of heat and chemicals came up to help me.
I said, “I’m sorry I can’t help you carry some of this boxes. I just got a manicure.”
“You deserve it,” he said.
I wanted to hug this man. I deserve it! I deserve it! I wanted to jump up and down. Can I take this man wherever I go? When I question if I deserve something or not, I can just ask him, knowing he’ll say YES!
“Thank you,” I said and smiled at him.
Compliment Number 3
The third stranger to compliment me was in Lowe’s hardware store. I was roaming the aisles looking for a power cord, but I couldn’t remember what they were called so I walked up to a chipper salesman and said, “Do you have that thing with a wire that has six outlets?”
“You mean a power cord?” he said.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“You said that so cute,” he said and laughed.
Well, I’m glad I made his day. Can I hug him too?