Hair
I was going to compliment her on her hair.
The woman in front of me had the most beautiful silky
silver hair pulled back into a high sleek ponytail, and I started to say
something when I saw the look on her face.
She was angry, really angry.
“May I help you?” the nice lady behind the counter
asked.
“Yes! You can stop putting other people’s mail in my
post office box” the woman snapped, throwing an envelope across the counter and
stomping out the door.
The postal worker looked shocked.
“Your hair looks wonderful today” I told her, smiling.
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