-walking down a long hallway in the Montreal train station-
-I pass an elderly lady and smile at her-
Her(in French and with tears in her eyes): Do you know how rare it is someone smiles at you on the train?
Me: Oh, really?
Her: Someone told me yesterday on the bus that I am ugly
Me: What?! That is terrible
Her: Some people are so mean
-tears going down her cheeks-
Me: Do you want a hug?
-she nods yes and I wrap my arms around her tiny body-
Me: Screw shallow people like that. They have problems. It's not you.
Her: Thank you