Me (catching a glimpse of my reflection in the airport tram windows): Crap. I look like I drank too much last night, slept poorly, got up at 5:30 am, and hit a deer on the way to the airport, don’t I? (which is exactly what happened)
Him (pause, panicked look, followed by emphatic head-shaking): Noooooooooooo. You look great.

