Personal Yummy #109
I’m at the counter at Schaller & Weber in Yorkville—in the midst of many others—patiently waiting to order some potato salad to take to my friend Sally’s Fourth of July gathering.
A man cuts his way through the crowd of people to talk to the young woman standing beside me.
“The red on red…” he says, gesturing first to her lips and then to her polka-dotted dress, “…it’s absolute perfection.”
She seems shy and a bit taken aback, but she simply smiles and says thank you.
Now, I don’t know if he conveyed his message as a means to continue talking with her or to secure a date, but I don’t think so.
“Perfection,” he says again. And then he departs.
Did he even buy anything?
Maybe not, but he certainly left something there.
His words were a gift of appreciation for her putting on the dress and applying the lipstick, even if only for herself: an acknowledgment of color and beauty amid the coleslaw and soppressata.
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