my afternoon smile

today at the cafe i received such an unexpected, surprising compliment from a regular customer: that i look like a teenager.


wellll.... kind of. the conversation went as follows:

nice red-headed girl: Did you cut your hair?

me: Yeah, I just got bored and shaved it off.

nrhg: It looks good!

me: Thanks.  People keep telling me that I look younger.

nrhg: Yeah, you do.

me: Like I'm 16?

nrhg: Yeah.

[later, when the customer was leaving]

me: See you later!  Thanks for saying I look like I'm 16.

nrhg: You sort of suggested it, so --

me: Okay, see 'ya.

wasn't that so nice of her?  here i am, almost 30, and people think i look so young, including the produce lady at Reading Terminal last week.