Sometimes the Universe speaks to you. And today, the Universe decided to give me an ego-boost while I was at Trader Joe's. I was perusing the produce, minding my own business, when the following exchange happened:
Old man: YOUNG LADY!
Me: Um, yes?
Old man: YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL.
Me: Oh, that's so nice of you to say. Thank you.
Old man: I'm 88 years old. I tell the truth. Back when I was younger I wouldn't have said anything. But now I'm 88. I don't care. And you are very beautiful.
Me: Aw, thank you.
Old man: I do have CRS, though.
Me: CRS?
Old man: Yeah. Can't Remember Shit.
As if that exchange wasn't amazing enough, I was checking out with my groceries when the cashier came across the bouquet of pink roses. He said "I just don't get it...you're buying flowers for yourself? I mean, that just ain't right. YOU should not have to buy your own flowers."
So there ya go. There's a lot of love for me at Trader Joe's. And I hear ya, Universe...I am appreciating all the adoration that comes my way. I hear ya, loud and clear.
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