I went to a football game this weekend; it was sunny and I forgot my sunblock. I went to the apparel booth to buy a hat where an overweight middle-aged woman helped me.
“Excuse me, can I see that hat? [I points]”
“Sure you can…”
“Is it a fitted cap or is it resizeable for my melon?”
She looks it over. “It has this strap on the back, so surely you can change the size to fit you.”
“Dear, you don’t have to call me Shirley.”
She made the sale anyway.
I was making a delivery and found myself in an elevator with a young woman (I think she was a secretary for one of the VIPs in the building). By a quick glance I noticed her blue top matched her metallic toenail polish.
[Deadpan] “Are your toes and your shirt coordinated on purpose?”
[Blank-but-not-annoyed look] “You know, this morning I had on closed-toe shoes, and then I noticed I matched, so I changed to open-toed shoes.” (The unspoken subtext being “so people could notice.”)
I noticed her eyes had a similar shade of blue. (I don’t normally notice eye color.)
“And they both match your eyes too. That’s really good coordination.”
[Giggly] “Hahaha, thanks for noticing.”