The eyes have it

—“You have the eyes,” I said to a lady in my supermarket.
We were in the Canandaigua Weggers — where else? I never can get outta that supermarket without striking sparks with some pretty lady.
“Why thank you!” she said to me smiling.
We were all wearing masks, but her eyes were smiling.
She’d been waiting down an aisle for shoppers to clear, and I knocked a dust-pan off a hook.
“I’ll get it,” someone shouted. But I leaned down and got it myself.
She kept gazing at me with her gorgeous eyes.
And clearly she was smiling; her eyes sparkled.
Finally traffic cleared, and I continued into her aisle.
“DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! Don’t be scared. She’s gonna like you saying something.”
“You have the eyes,” I told her. “Just incredible! Most don’t have ‘em, but you were blessed.”
“I’m an eye-man,” I would tell her. “Many of my men friends tell me I have it all wrong. What I should notice are women’s sexual attributes.
Nope! ‘The eyes are the window to the soul,’ a lady friend once told me.”
“If any guy told me I had pretty eyes, I’d get out my MACE.”
No ladies have yet, and I’ve told many they have pretty eyes — but only if they do.
“No pretty lady will ever make eyes with you!” Yet so many have.
The difference, if any, is I’m no longer scared to tell a lady she has pretty eyes. No wipeouts yet, and it makes us both feel good.

• “All I need is one of your smiles, Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my…..” —Scotch and Soda, The Kingston Trio, 1958.