WP Prompt: What was the best compliment you’ve received?

When I was in high school, I worked at a Mall.

Every Friday the Senior Centers and Retirement Homes in that area would bring the residents in the area  to the Mall in Vans so that they could walk around, shop and enjoy themselves in a nice, climate controlled environment  that smelled like caramel corn and coffee.

One day a very damper gentlemen in a nice suit and a fedora walked into my store and he stopped me as I walked up to the counter. He said to me in a deep cultured voice,

” Miss, you make that dress look magnificent.”

I have never felt as pretty or have received such a great compliment as that Friday morning and to be honest that’s okay because I don’t think it gets better then that.

Today’s WP Prompt asks:

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

I’ve done cross country trips by all of those modes of transportation- with the exception of a bike- unless WP means motorcycles.  They probably do. Also I don’t care if that’s right or not.

Though I love to fly more then anything in the world, the fact is, I’ve flown so much in my life that when I hear the cargo bay doors close I’m asleep before we even take off.

In the last three years of flying I was only away once for take off because I switched seats with someone who didn’t want to sit next to a Service Dog for a blind man. I mean- I’d have paid extra for that seat, so there was no way I was asleep when the plan took off and I was awake for the rest of the flight because I loved having that dog next to me.

But hands down, my favorite cross country trip was taken by train.

I had one of those little cabinettes to myself so I got to write and watch the scenery fly by in private. I saw snow, I saw deserts, I saw Prince’s  hometown, I saw ghost towns and my train even went through a neighborhood where people parked their cars right next to the tracks.

On that cross country train trip my train hit someone.  I take a commuter train to work and in the last four years I’ve been on trains or was held up by a train in front of us – the body count is around a dozen- one lady lived by that’s another story. Let’s just say, I’m no stranger to the process that a train goes through after a fatality.

Here’s the skinny: What I liked about the train ride was that I felt like a ghost drifting by other people’s lives.  In the blink of an eye  I moved from moment to moment on a train that hissed it’s way  over the mountains and across the Midwest.