My Brief Reign as a Beauty

I was running into Starbucks, and said a cheery hello to the guy in the wheelchair, who is often parked outside.
"Hey, you're beautiful!" he yelled.
I thanked him, thinking to myself "Whoa! Is it the dress?"
"Are you married?" he continued ecstatically.
Inwardly I exulted "I must look better than I thought!", as I contined into the shop.
Exiting a few minutes later, I heard the wheelchair guy shouting "Hey, you're beautiful!" to another woman on her way into Starbucks.
Hmmm . . . well, she WAS pretty good-looking.