Days ago, eager to go for a stroll with my baby but not brave enough for the cold, I headed to the mall for a low-key adventure. Happily hidden in the crowds, I was outed by a man who called to me from a vending kiosk in the centre aisle.
"Miss, do you wear makeup?" he cried out, desperate for a sale, any sale.
"No," I replied, wanting to run now that eyes were on me.
"You look beautiful," he said to my back as I walked away.
It’s silly, but today I’m still wondering if he was ly...