Anyway, I had to put in some commissary time and between one thing and another it is typically not my favorite way to spend any of my minutes. As I was walking down the bread aisle, singing to myself (in an attempt to bring my happy place along with me) I saw a man at the far end of the aisle watching me. I paid him no mind and proceeded to check labels and do my thing. When I got down to the end where he was— I realized he was still watching me. I inadvertently made eye contact and he said, "Ma'am, you are so pretty."
Having been raised with good manners I said thank you, he nodded his head once at me to acknowledge that and started walking down toward the whole wheat bread. I went round the corner to the next aisle where I realized, ya know, I don't think how I look is anywhere near the most important thing about me but dang, that compliment put a smile on my face.