"You are stunningly beautiful."
I look up from the newspaper I'm reading. "What?"
"I said, You're stunningly beautiful," and the man with the cane turns away and walks toward his bus stop.
"Thank you," I say. A minute later I feel like a jerk because I realize I've said "thank you" in a tone that implies I hear that sort of thing all the time. So I give him a reassuring smile as I walk by him.
I hope he didn't think I was rude.