I once again had to make seven turns around the globe in the most debilitating everyday vanity. To finish, wait, reach, again wait, argue, prove, fill something in there, fix it, assure, take it, wait again and so on in a circle ... in a circle ...
Looking forward to all the delights of the planned event, I stood at the bus stop waiting for the right bus. Again and again the scenario of the coming day was scrolling in my head, leaving traces of anxious fatigue on my face. Trolleybuses and buses with an enviable regularity drove up and drove off, preventing passengers from being idle. Invariably, without movement, at the stop, there remained only me and an elderly gentleman, who was looking at the clock, then at the direction from which the bus should have appeared. The stream of people gradually descended into "no", when the long-awaited transport appeared because of the turn.
Busy with my thoughts, I did not notice how my neighbor stopped very close to me: "Well, if you do not want to go anywhere without me at all," the man politely and quite confidently gave me the opportunity to take him under the elbow - "I just do not Carefully holding me by the arm, he led me to the open door of the bus, on the step I fluttered with a new pleasant mood. And my "Chevalier" was already carefully holding out his hand, meeting his wife, coming out of the approaching bus.
And that's what I thought: how sometimes the most, even very ordinary, words can sound differently. Sometimes, it would seem, the compliment leaves a sticky and unpleasant trace, and sometimes, just said a couple of words raises the mood for the whole day. ))
What is the fundamental in our perception of a compliment from a stranger to us?