While I was waiting on my lunch to be cooked, a man asked me if I had a big sister as pretty as I was.
That’s four people in the past two weeks who have told me that I’m pretty.
(And he obviously probably thought I was 16 or so, what with my Mickey Mouse handbags and my lunch consisting of a hotdog and tator tots).
However, I now smell like smoke because my hotdog was frozen and took about 15 minutes to cook. I’ll have to do something about that before The Grove.