Last Friday after work, as I walked up the street towards my apartment from a downtown bus stop, past the train station, I realized some guy was hailing me. "Miss...excuse me, miss!" he called. I glanced warily to the side, expecting (as you do) a panhandler's plea or male-privileged verbal ogling.

Instead, he said something to the effect of, "I don't want to disrespect you, but [...] you're beautiful."

And for a change, I took it at face value (or rather, even though I have 'lost some weight' in that Western world-sanctioned way, also considered that he might not automatically mean 'physical beauty'), flashed a smile at him, and simply thanked him as I continued on.

As I turned my head back to watch where I was going, one small black crow feather was gently spiraling down in a tight little circle to land on the ground a few feet in front of me, a rather pointed punctuation.

I finished my journey with a mix of bemusement, aw-shucks self-consciousness, and mental eye-rolling (as you do).

Fine, I get it!....then, Nice precision...!...and lastly, Show-offs! I smirked inwardly.

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That wins on so many levels. :-)

(Glad someone else recognizes what I've known for years...and will tell it to your face!)
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Yay! I'm so glad you rolled with it. This happened to me in May right after I told someone that men never notice me or say anything. I was leaving work and reached a crossroads on the sidewalk, and saw an important professor approaching with his entourage, and stepped back to let them pass. He stopped his conversation, turned to me and exclaimed loudly, "You go first, beautiful!" Ha! It was memorable! I skipped past with a big smile.
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