There is a tiny sushi restaurant attached to the building I work in; it's not the best sushi I've ever had but it's not the worst. It's cheap, fast, and convenient. I eat sushi for lunch at least once a week is what I'm saying. The restaurant is owned by a smiley Japanese woman and her husband. She is one of the happiest people I've ever encountered. There's a bit of a language barrier between us but every time I see her she's all smiles and laughter and happy chatter. It's difficult to be in a bad mood around this woman.
Today I go in for my usual and while I'm waiting for her husband to build my roll, the woman tells me that I'm beautiful. So I'm all "Thank you! I've had a rough morning but that really makes me happy! You're so kind!" She hesitates as she processes what I've said and I question my use of "rough" in place of "bad" (because I am an asshole who assumes that she is the one who hasn't understood part of the conversation.) "Yes," she says, tentatively. "Yesterday was rain. But today is so much sun!" And smiles.
Yes. Today is so much sun. Today is beautiful.
I shouldn't be allowed to talk to people.