Timothy

The other day I went out for a little shopping.

Of course I went to my favorite store

DILLARDS!

They were having a sale upon a sale.

Take an extra 40% off of the lowest sale price.

That kind of sales talk just screams my name.

After purchasing a lovely

Ralph Lauren shirt dress for myself,

I decided to go to the mens' section.

Timothy was there. (That's what his name tag said.)

"Nice to see you again. It's been a long time," he said

as he reached his hand out toward mine to shake.

"Nice to see you too," I said.

Should I be embarrassed that the salesman at

Dillards recognizes me?

"How was your summer?" He said.

"Oh, um, too long. It still feels like summer here."

He let me continue on browsing. I found a shirt for Rick and took it up to his counter to purchase.

"I like your hair," said Timothy, "It's very pretty."

I told him, "Thanks" and went on my way.

I know I shop at that Dillards fairly frequently but, come on, I didn't think I went there enough to be missed.

However, I'm a sucker for a compliment, wherever I have to get one.