I Heart the Man from the Post Office

I glanced at the man who walked into the post office while I was waiting in line for my package. He was tall and strong with a strong jaw and he was wearing sunglasses, but it wasn't until he took off his sunglasses that I gave him a second look. His eyes were amazing! There were dark and soft, which made him suddenly all the more handsome. We glanced at each other a few times, then I left and sat in my car to excitedly open my birthday present from my friend in South Africa. My car window was down and I was listening to music as I admired the soft towel with my name embroidered on it that my friend Brenda had sent me. The man with the nice eyes came out of the Post Office door. As he walked by my car, he looked at me and said something which I missed because of the music. I turned it down, looked at him and said, "huh?" The man smiled and said, "You is beautiful!" I felt my eyebrows raise in surprise while I smiled back and said, "Thank you very much" as he walked to his car. His use of "is" made me chuckle, but I think English was not his first language. I grinned happily to myself all the way to work. That man made my day. He made my whole week!

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