Compliments

1. Someone told me I look just like Molly Ringwald today. And didn't add the caveat, "You know, like if Molly Ringwald got really fat," which is what happened the last time I heard that. So that's a win.

2. Talking to an old guy in line at the grocery store about the economy, the old guy was bitching, I was empathizing, and mentioned I was looking for a job. Get to the cashier and he says, "You need a job? You look like a lawyer." I was wearing my five year old beat up, black wool coat which is very obviously missing a button and desperately needs to be cleaned. Nothing about the wardrobe screamed 'lawyer.' I wasn't wearing makeup. So what was it? How did this guy pick me out as a soon-to-be attorney when up until very recently I was still told I looked / spoke/ carried myself as a teacher.

Then I realized... lawyer hair.