Today, someone called me pretty. That someone was the guy at the McDonald's drive-thru window who was handing over my Big Mac meal as I was struggling to put my change into my wallet. Quick thoughts run through my head as he turns away to grab the sweet n' sour sauce that I'd requested. I have no make-up on, my hair is in a pony tail, and I'm wearing an unimpressive cut neckline sweatshirt that I like to wear to sleep and seldom wear out. Haha, if he only knew. Sometimes, it matters who is giving the compliment in regards to how flattered I feel. But tonight, it didn't matter that he was just the drive-thru guy. Tonight I decide to accept it as is.
I graciously smile at him and laugh to myself as I drive away.
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