Winner! Winner!

"So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb."

Pablo Neruda

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If you were to tell me you do not like to receive compliments, I'd laugh in your face.  I'd laugh in your face and call you a L-I-A-R.  As a human being we adore when nice things are said to us.  It is just a simple fact of life.  The world revolves around the sun, the sky is blue, and compliments are nice.  It is, what it is.  

So, I'd be lying if I were to say that I hate being flattered.  I'd be lying because I love it.  Lucky for me, men love to compliment me.  Well, more specifically little old men, love to compliment me.  The reason for this is yet to be determined.  Everywhere I go a little old man finds it necessary to tell me I look good, I smell good, and that I'm dressed nicely.  Hey, I'm not complaining!

On these occasions I feel it necessary to share the nice, bizarre, perplexing, extraordinary compliments with my friends.  I mean, someone else deserves to bear witness to the peculiar story that is my life.  Which leads me to last week.  Last week I met a man named Hubert.  Hubert is a sweet man that works at the Publix deli.  Oh, it is important to note that the majority of these puzzling scenarios are either at Starbucks, Publix, or CVS.  Mostly at Publix.  

Back to Hubert.  The very first thing out of Hubert's mouth was, "Are you giving out autographs today?".  Um, say what?  For a second I turned around thinking he may be speaking to someone behind me.  No, nope, he was definitely speaking to me.  I of course just play along and laugh.  When it is finally my turn to be helped, Hubert says, "So, Covergirl, what may I help you with today, man, you look fabulous (emphasis on the fabulous)".  Mind you, it is almost 6 o'clock in the afternoon and I had the day from hades at work.  Translation?  I look anything but fabulous.  I proceed to give him my order.  Now, this is where the weird comes in.  

Weird and awesome, that is.  In my 27 years on this Earth no one has ever given me such a creative compliment.  I mean, Hubert has skills.  He flashes me his smile and says, "Covergirl, you are so gorgeous that if you walked up to a lemon tree the lemon would squeeze itself".  Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, you little charmer.  These are the moments I wish I were on a reality television show.  These moments are made for the world to see.  

Hubert, you my friend are a winner.  I think I'll keep you as my Publix deli-guy.  Who needs therapy when you have Hubert?  Feeling down?  Go to Publix.  Having a bad day?  Go to Publix.  Need some motivation?  Go to Publix.  This story beats the time a man walked up to me, grabbed my arm, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Sweetheart, you are absolutely, absolutely stunning".  Take a guess where I was?  Yup, Publix.

I mean, I can't really disagree with the guy.  Look at that face.  That face is THE face of a Covergirl.  I mean, I am just waiting to be discovered.  Victoria's Secret Angels ain't got nothin' on me.  Till then I will take my act to Publix, because there I am a superstar.

xoxo

(Seriously, this is what models are made of, duh)