A Sort of Compliment
Sunday, February 28, 2010
One of the maintenance guys where I live is constantly bemoaning his lack of success with women. Yesterday, I understood why.
On Friday, while the maintenance crew was busy clearing the parking lots, I borrowed a shovel so I could dig out the drift in front of my front door and then up the stairs and out to the sidewalk.
Saturday, I was digging out my car so I could borrow mittens to go cross country skiing.
As I was doing this, the guy stopped by to tell me what a great job I'd done shoveling. Then, he asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure you can ask. Depending on the question, I may or may not answer."
This met a blank stare.
So, I suggested, "Ask away." And, gave him a big smile.
"Well, I've noticed you've lost a lot of weight. What have you done."
"Eaten less and moved more."
"Yeah, well you look good. You know, you're sort of hot."
I was tempted to respond, "You're sort of welcome," but just smiled and said thanks.
At least he noticed. I have lunch each week with one of my oldest friends. I was at dinner with he and his wife a few weeks ago, and she commented on how much weight I'd lost.
His response was, "No, she cut her hair."
So, for all you women who worry about bits of extra flesh, just remember, after losing 85 pounds, all my buddy Al knew was I'd cut my hair.