I am now a firm believer that a compliment can pep up a dreary morning way better than coffee can. I took Killa Cam to get filled up today. The gas attendant was ever so dreamy. At first, I didn't notice his muscular physique, beautiful shining smile and soft-spoken yet distinguished African accent because I was so inundated with hate thoughts towards the impending snow storm but he commented about how I had nice eyes and that I would have a nice smile too if I wasn't frowning. Graciously, I gave him quite a dazzling one and we proceeded to have a rather nice conversation for the next 16 or so gallons. Included in the conversation was how my hair was very nice and shiny (why, thank you very much), how I had a very nice voice (wow, really?), and how I had brightened up his morning (well, you're quite welcome). I was calm, cool and gracious on the outside but a giggling little 13 year old on the inside. In any case, it certainly did put me in a better mood. Did he mean any of those compliments? Was he just trying to get into my pants? Was he hoping I tipped him? I don't care. The fact is, even if it was all crap, someone made an effort to be nice to me, and hey, who's gonna have a problem with that?
So take note: compliments are a boost to the soul...and the ego.
And yeah, I tipped him. Same price as a coffee. Whatever.
MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED
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