In the wave of posts about compliments, I remembered a couple of those who did to me.

So in life it happened that people like to talk to me without a certain place of residence or just not very sober, so I stand somehow in a row, a bomb approaches me and says:

Girl, you are very beautiful. Especially from behind.

The second time, standing at the stop came to me again and said that I don’t often make compliments to girls, but it hurts me to look like a tram driver.

And my favourite was from the shouting grandfather at the stop:

You are so similar to a man.