We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.
So, I walked down the hallway with this other person. She’s always friendly to me. We always smile and greet each other (namelessly). As we approached the corner where we’d part ways, she said to me, “Okay, this is going to be a weird compliment.”
“You have cute hands.”
Huh. Oh, okay. How does one respond to such a random praise? “Thank you,” I said looking down at my hands, “I was worried.”
She laughed and we went our separate ways.
In all fairness, it is not the first time my hands have gathered positive attention. I’m only 5’2” and both my hands and my feet have been referred to as “cute” because of their size. Usually the compliment comes up while in conversation (“you wear what size? That’s so cute!”), or by observation by a friend (“you’re just a tiny thing, aren’t you? I can fit your wrist in my hand.” (big deal. So can I)).
This was my first walk-by compliment.
I must say, it was a little weird.