My wife, well, she's what you'd call a "beauty," you know. In our apartment building, there's a neighbor, a guy named Nakata. That Nakata, you know, the kind of character you sometimes come across. Whenever we meet, whether it's in the morning or whatever, he always comments, "But you're such a beauty, Mrs.," or "You look beautiful today," in a way that's hard to tell if it's a joke or just polite talk. Anyway, he's the type to go overboard with compliments.
