Yesterday at work I was told twice that I was "pretty".

The first time it went something like this:
me: " Hi! Mr.____, we've got you're brand new Dodge Journey right here."
Mr.___ : " Why this car is almost as pretty as you are."

If you think that was bad, the second time was even worse. I went through the whole process of checking the guy in, asked him if he wanted directions and he says...

"I'll take the map. Thank you Grace, you're very pretty."

I just love random people. They make the day just that much better.