recipient of the most unexpected compliment of the day award

true believers, I find myself back in Comp USA, my last time I swear, to get use of the store credit card i received when they wouldn’t give me a refund last time.
then i see a Wacom graphics tablet w/ mouse that I know I will be back to get, because I need one of those. really. the mouse anyway.

im in the line of the really cutely thick cute sista when this old Jack Pallance looking cat comes up to me.
I see he’s not buying anything but is approaching me to talk.

“Excuse me sir, do you work -”
PAUSE [||] damn!!! why is it that 1/2 of the people think I am in there to steal and the other half think I work there? PLAY [|>]
“-out?”

Woah. Did he just ask me if I work out? I play it down.
“Nah, not really, every now and then.”

“Well you look like you do.”

Then he reminds me of the white haired cat in Trading Places. Randolph or Mortimer. I can’t remember which one.
Gee, “Thanks,” Sir.

He replies, “I wouldn’t try to take you.”

I answer with an assured “Ah.”
He shuffles away. I turn to cutie. “He just asked me if I worked out.”

“Really? I was trying to listen, but I couldn’t hear, I thought he asked if you worked here.”

“Me too at first. How come sistas don’t approach me and say that?”

“Well, you do,” says the cutie.

“Thanks”
And I was this close to making it out of Comp USA with an unblogworthy experience.