"I like your... baby."

A few years ago, I received a compliment from some girl who's name I do not remember. She said "Hey, I like your shirt." "Oh thanks!" I said, and thought nothing else of it. She stood there, waiting. After a few seconds of awkward silence she goes, "Well don't you like anything about me?"

Uhh. Wait. What?



I feel like generally, we give compliments out of the goodness of our hearts, or because we genuinely like something, and not to receive a compliment back or to make it blatantly obvious that our self-esteem is low and we're in need of empty praise. Anyway, that's beside the point. I think I complimented her shoes, or something, and carried on my way.

I told that story to a friend today. A couple hours later he told me that my "I like your shirt..." story had just ruined his day. I asked what he meant by this, and he said "I was at the post office, and a lady said she liked my shirt. I panicked, remembered your story, felt obligated to reply and said "Thanks... I like your... baby." She just stared at me."

If that doesn't count for good deed of the day, I just don't know what does.