::CREEP::

As I walked into work through the dock this morning, a strange AC repair man passed me as I walked briskly by. He whispered quickly, "You look beautiful today." I am disturbed; I've never seen that man before. Not to mince a compliment, but how does he know if I look more or less beautiful than usual?

And then the old, wrinkled, Skeletor-esque membership lady pulled me aside to say in her raspy voice, "I just want you to know that I think you're beautiful."

What is it with today? Am I pheromone city or what?