An older man, confusing me with someone else, said,
"Oh, you're so pretty. I know you. You work at the bar down the street."
Ability, education, experience sat up and looked around, startled.
"I work at a big company, in T-town," I stuttered.
"You're so pretty." He squeezed my arm. "I've seen you here before."
And again
He was so happy, smiling. Delighted shiny words.
Finally I smiled back.
Clear atmosphere, light heart, dusty boxes like raw gemstones.
Everyone needs to hear "pretty" now and then.
--Gail
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