It's always nice to have one's jiggliness validated

Two things I was told on my mid-day run/escape from my self-inflicted Week of Work Hell on Friday:

1. "For you? On the house."
A very nice Eastern European man told me this after giving me a free banana. Free banana, people. It absolutely made my DAY.

2. "Don't lose that jiggle, honey."
A quite-probably-less-nice disheveled man near Regent Park told me this as I manoevered around him on the sidewalk. I choose to think it was a compliment... albeit a very, very creepy one.