Sometimes just a really good compliment is enough.
I was on the bus tonight and spotted a woman sitting in front of me, in a seat facing the middle aisle of the bus, which allowed me to see her entire outfit.
She was very slim and dressed fashionably, and for a bit I thought she might be in her 20s – though when she turned it was clear she’d probably passed 70 some time back. (That wasn’t the compliment. That would have been too much.)
But she wore this big, incredible, cabled cream-colored sweater. It had a fur (real or imagined, I don’t know) collar and she cinched it with a wide faux-alligator belt. Black skinny pants. This broad looked like a million bucks. I had on a brown parka with a gigantic grease stain on the sleeve.
As I got off the bus, I stopped and said, “That is one fantastic sweater.”
She shot right back, “Ten years old. I went shopping in my closet. We all have to. Thank you so much.”
Now as I sit here writing about her, I realize she’d been waiting all day for someone to notice.
Happy to oblige.
Nothing beats a kind word.