On Friday, as I walked to work, one of my street friends sang out "Happy Halloween" My habit of perpetual politeness had me responding "same to you" before thinking about it and examining what I was wearing. Perhaps in the dark I had mistakenly put on some part of a costume (or left something really important off!). I thought I looked quite spiffy but obviously he thought I looked frightful which worried me for a little while.
I then remembered that I used to work with a guy who had atrocious dress sense and always looked as though he dressed half of himself in one mood, then had coffee and dressed his other half. One day I wore a dress to the office that I was very fond of and for the first time ever he complimented me. I couldn't wait to get home, take it off and donate it to charity because obviously there was something really wrong with it on me!
I looked much better, if only from a financial mark viewpoint, to a guy sitting in front of a ground floor room in this hotel one morning a few weeks back, (it's taken me that long to go back and take a photo being careful not to get in the shot clear rego plates or nervous looking people exiting).
As I walked past he whistled to draw my attention and then said something about a good time and $20. Umph! As if I would be so cheap! :-) I then realized he was actually selling himself to me! I politely declined (I was rushing to work afterall); so he offered the deeply discounted rate of $2 which I ignored. He then shouted: "well, fuck yourself then" …
I laughed for many blocks!