"You look like a nice guy..."

Well, it's official:

I'm a nice guy.

I was ordering a pizza from Pizza Hut today, and the employee who took my order advised me that since I was paying with my debit card, the delivery person would have to make an imprint of the card upon arrival.

When I heard the knock 40 minutes later, I was surprised to find the delivery guy was the same middle-eastern man who took my order over the phone.

We chatted a bit about the amount of orders they had to complete today because of the Superbowl, and then he handed me the purchase receipt to sign.

"Hold on, I'll go get the card," I said.

"No no...though it's Pizza Hut policy to get the imprint, I can tell from dealing with you that you're a nice guy," he said. "Have a great day."

Now, this phrase is not exactly foreign to me.

Friends, family, people who I've known for over an hour usually have expressed this sentiment to me on occassion (no matter how biased they may be).

But this guy was a total stranger, whose entire experience with me consisted of a short phone conversation and a delivery encounter on the other side of the door.

So, I ask, what IS it about me that just screams "friendliness"?

Is it my youthful good looks?

The way my eyebrows slant slightly upward?

Maybe it's the compassion in my eyes.

Maybe I should stop trying to figure it out and take it as a compliment.

After all, I've gotten used to being "nice" after 25 years of this.

Comments

[Brad F]

You sure fooled that guy.

Just kidding--I think you're nice guy too!

[Tim]

Congrats on your nicism! What I think you've failed to comment on though is how your nicism was here equated with "not criminal." Had you been a "real schmuck" instead of a "nice guy," he would have wanted your card's imprint.