Today I got a manicure in New York City from a Romanian woman named Maria who gave me what is quite possibly the most bizarre compliment I've ever received.
"Oh, Cheasty," she said, in a thick Romanian accent. "You have such nice hands, small hands. Such beautiful hands." She paused to turn them slightly, examining them from every angle, and then nodded firmly as if she had just reached a decision of great import.
"Yes," she said. "You should be a gynecologist."