I had a hair appointment to get my color redone (it'd been since mid-December that I'd had it done, and it was SO faded with horrid roots, but I couldn't afford it until this weekend) on Saturday. I got there about ten minutes early, so I parked and sat in the car, reading, with the door open for the breeze, and sitting sideways so my legs stuck out. So my hairdresser saw I was there when she was having her cig break between customers, and even though it was a bit early, she came over to the car and told me to come on in.
I unfolded myself out of the car (I'm tall, and was borrowing my mom's little sporty car) and went to follow her in, and she went "Oh my god! You've lost weight!" I laughed and said, yep, about 15 lbs so far. And she was all "Congratulations, you look great!"
SO gratifying when people notice.
And when I stood up when she was done and was gathering my stuff to leave, she tugged on a fold of my somewhat-loose jeans (I'm waiting until I'm comfortably a 14 before I buy new jeans, I'm kind of in-between sizes atm) and said, "Girl, go get yourselves some jeans that fit. Show that off!"
I tipped well.