I was in the washroom at work and had just come out of the stall to wash my hands when a woman walks into the bathroom. Nobody I knew specifically, though I’ve seen her walking around the office occasionally. I smile politely and say hello, and she does the same. She goes to wash her hands just as I do, and suddenly gasps.
“Oh my goodness!” she said, looking at my engagement ring, “Your ring is beautiful!”
“Oh,” I say, blushing and grinning like a goofball, “thank you.”
“It’s just lovely,” she continues to gush.
“Thanks,” I say. “AND he picked it out himself.” Never let it be said that men have bad taste. Not my husband, anyway.
“You let the male choose it?” she says, clearly impressed. “Well, it’s beautiful. And tell him I said so!”