Friday night, at about three in the morning, I’m headed up to my room from the study lounge. Ahead of me on the stairs are a couple guys, apparently headed upstairs, too. Suddenly, one turns to me and says, “Are you wearing contacts?”
Slightly baffled, I reply, “Yeah, I am.”
He looks a little disappointed, and says, “Oh. Okay.” Then he perks up a bit, and asks, “But are they colored contacts?”
“Oh, that’s good…Your eyes are really pretty. They’ve restored my faith in humanity.”
WTF?! “Okay…well, see you later.”
They proceed upstairs, while I exit on the third floor. While I’ve been told my eyes were pretty, I never knew their true power…I’m considering superheroine status.(GuanoLad, maybe I can help out PigeonMan! :))
Anyone else had something strange, but nice, said to them?