The Pretty Girl

One of my regular old men stopped by my register and said,
"How do you do it?"
"Pretty good" because I thought he said "How you doin?"
He said "No, I said how do you do it? How do you look more beautiful every time I see you? My daughter thinks you're pretty too."
"Oh, well. Thank you."
He looks over to the photo department where he sees two of my other female coworkers working. He says, "Looks like you've got some competition."
I said "Oh, yeah. But it's ok. I like them. They're fun to work with and they're dolls!"
"Ok. If you're ok with it, so am I." He leans in to say "I hope your boyfriend knows how gorgeous you are."
"I think he does."
"He better."
Of course I told my "competition" about this conversation.