I wanted to go see a Mariners game and took the monorail down to the stadium only to find out the M’s were out of town and it was Motorcross going on. I don’t have an interest in Motorcross, especially when the scalper trying to push a ticket on me was being blatantly obvious about checking out my ass, particularly because we were standing facing each other. I hate men who do that. So I walked around, stopped at the bar that turned out to be the first place I went into my first trip to Seattle, and then walked home. I took the way that would take me through Pike’s Market, stopping at a vendor to buy a small bag of vegetable chips. She asked me if I wanted a bag and I laughed, because it was such a small item, and she kind of looked a happy kind of stunned, then asked me if she’d already asked me that already. I said no. Then she came around to the outside of the booth, leaned in and said, “You have really nice teeth. Your smile…your teeth are incredible. I know that must sound so weird.” She was looking at me like even the wrong twitch in my response might embarrass her, so I smiled and said thank you, and that was a really nice thing to say. And I really meant it. It was really nice of her to say. She seemed relieved, saying, “I didn’t want to seem strange, but I felt I had to tell you that.” It was a nice exchange. It made me feel good, and it probably made her feel good that she took a risk to compliment a stranger, and it was well-received and appreciated. Seattle is thawing with spring.

April 25th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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