it's about people thinking you are pretty.
maybe you knew that, but for me it was an epiphany. i got it today, along with a sandwich.
my card wasnt working, i was worried i wont be able to eat anything in the 5 hours of stop over in london, then i think i should give it a chance, i go to a cafe, pick out a nice cheese and pickle sandwich and a bottle of water, go to the register and say: "i dont know if my card works", and the reply comes as "i dont know either". boring, but after one or two "belissima"s, one "multumesc" and one "cu placere", he gives me the stuff and i ask, with surprise, "did the card work"? and he replies full of glee "who cares?".
viva la subjectivity!