So I'm wandering round Tesco this evening, and I vaguely register a man I've passed several times in the aisles looking at me (because he had no trolley/basket/shopping in his hands I assumed he was some kind of plain clothes store detective) so I turn the corner into the cleaning aisle and he's stood still right in the middle, so I say sorry, step to one side and wait for him to move and he hesitates for a moment then walks away and says 'by the way, if you don't mind me saying, that's a very pretty dress you're wearing'. I say 'oh thank you' laughing slightly and continue down the aisle thinking blimey, 50, fat, menopausal and I got a compliment from a stranger - go me! Then I thought but he complimented my dress, not me, so maybe he's a cross-dresser and wondered where I got the dress from - lol! And no I have nothing better to think about this evening, I'm home alone 