My wife, well, she was what you might call a "beautiful woman." Our neighbor in the apartment building was a guy named Nakata. This Nakata was, you know, that kind of character you see sometimes. For some reason, whenever we met in the morning or whenever we had the chance, he would say things like, "You're really beautiful, Mrs.," or "You look good today too," and I couldn't tell if he was joking or just being polite, and he would just "compliment" my wife nonstop.