tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post1527304539886589176..comments2024-03-11T01:21:34.684+00:00Comments on Feeling Fictional: Strangers on a Train Blog Tour: Guest post, Extract & Giveaway from Serena BellSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491718306784046961noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-57667923194018059622013-04-20T20:32:52.244+01:002013-04-20T20:32:52.244+01:00@ Corrine R - This was such a fun series to read, ...@ Corrine R - This was such a fun series to read, I'd definitely recommend it :o) I love people watching too!<br /><br />@ Erin - that's a really nice compliment to be given, it's always even nicer when it comes from a stranger too! How sweet that she paid for your drink without telling you :o)<br /><br />@ Susan - that's another nice example of a compliment from a stranger :o) I really do need to try and say things like that to random people just to make them smile or brighten up their day<br /><br />@ Serena - smiles are always contagious aren't they! I can never resist returning smiles even when I'm not sure if they were actually aimed at me :o)<br /><br />@ Mary - you know I don't think I've ever had someone tip their hat to me! It's such a gentlemanly gesture though & I think it would be really sweet<br /><br />@ Serena - you're right, I like having doors opened for me too, at least that happens a bit more often than hat tipping. I never really understood why women (or men for that matter) wouldn't want to have the door held open for them!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07491718306784046961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-60863188135464319462013-04-14T14:40:04.964+01:002013-04-14T14:40:04.964+01:00A lost art! Wish there was more of that ... and I ...A lost art! Wish there was more of that ... and I never mind having the door opened for me, by thoughtful people of either sex. serenabellbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04401307822585378718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-75749723468619951472013-04-11T12:10:51.273+01:002013-04-11T12:10:51.273+01:00I love it when I'm walking down the street and...I love it when I'm walking down the street and a man, a gentleman obviously, tips his hat to me. Makes me feel like a million dollars.Mary Prestonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02201076939557413255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-76320338220362233102013-04-10T14:11:03.363+01:002013-04-10T14:11:03.363+01:00It's always kind of shocking to me how much th...It's always kind of shocking to me how much that kind of thing makes my day. I like to smile at people who look glum on the streets--big smiles that refuse to be glared back at. It usually makes the other person smile. And then *I* feel good, too.serenabellbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04401307822585378718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-58176510379227157602013-04-10T13:00:16.339+01:002013-04-10T13:00:16.339+01:00On a recent vacation, I had a woman in a restauran...On a recent vacation, I had a woman in a restaurant compliment my outfit. Apparently she had seen me leave our cruise ship that morning and thought my light weight pants and shirt looked elegant and cool. So nice! And I was just trying to avoid a sunburn. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14782816255280205409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-32274870451578783912013-04-10T04:19:18.898+01:002013-04-10T04:19:18.898+01:00Thanks for the fun post and giveaway! I once had a...Thanks for the fun post and giveaway! I once had a stranger compliment me on my laugh and smile while I was in line for Starbucks. When it was my turn, I found out she had paid for my drink :)erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10905574606129534214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816222359708972661.post-14900398188453288392013-04-10T02:52:58.614+01:002013-04-10T02:52:58.614+01:00Love the idea of these related stories -- and love...Love the idea of these related stories -- and love sitting in coffee shops and cafes, imagining the lives of the men and women who pass by. Connie R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00887098543181126157noreply@blogger.com