The craziest thing happened to me today. Standing in line at a Starbucks, a girl in front of me keeps looking at me and looking away. I was smiling at her. As we waited for our drinks, the girl comes up to me, smiles, and asks if she could ask a personal question.
"Maybe," I said with a smile.
"Where do you usually get your makeup done for weddings," she asked.
I was really confused because I'd just left a 3aza (paid my respects to a mourning family, aka wake without a body) so I had no makeup on.
"I do it on my own," I said with a puzzled look on my face.
"This is really strange...right? But here's my number, I love your face! I feel like I could do wonders with it. I'd do it for free."
"Aaaaah....mashkoora (thank you). Do you have a salon or something..?"
"No, I'm just starting out...but I'm crazy about makeup"
I'm not sure if that was a compliment or someone trying to tell me I'm in desperate need of a makeover.
I am a magnet to weird situations. I guess that's why people around here don't smile at strangers.