Now, to understand this one you have to know a little about how these people look. Carolyn is tall, lanky, well-dressed, tastefully made-up. Heather is short, skinny, and a little shy about her appearance. I think Heather is cute, but Heather doesn't really think so and that is the root of this story.
Anyway, I didn't think much of this chance encounter until a few minutes later when Heather and I went back across the street to my office to log in for a bit. I was sitting in the easy chair next to my desk looking at something when I became conscious of Heather standing next to me. She was kind of staring at me, and hopping up and down a little, hop hop hop.
I said, ``Is there something you want?''
Hop hop hop, went Heather.
``Is something wrong?'' I asked.
Hop hop. ``Do you think I'm pretty?'' said Heather.
``Um, sure,'', I said, unprepared for the question.
She cocked her head on one side, pondering this information. ``Do you think Carolyn's pretty?''
``Sure,'' I said, not knowing where this was leading. ``Carolyn is an attractive person.'' I said diplomatically.
Hop hop hop. ``Prettier than meeeeeeeee...'' wailed Heather.