Nine old men, crowded around 2 food court tables pushed together. They sit back in the chairs and take turns telling stories. They have pictures on the tables of them years ago — when they wore coats and hats and dark hair was where gray now is. I’ve seen them there before.
A young woman late-teens/early-twenties, chatting with her friend. Her blonde hair is unkempt (I have no room to talk, these days.) and she is overweight to the point where there is an overflow between the bottom of her tshirt and the top of her lowrise jeans. Her speech is peppered with curses. Her t-shirt reads: “I have the pussy so I make the rules.” And she is pushing a baby stroller. Some rules.
A pushy clerk in Bath and Body Works, where they haven’t figured out yet that some of us are more likely to buy when we’re not being followed around constantly and barraged with questions. Sometimes I just want to discover the pretty things on my own!
Speaking of which…I fell in love with this Bronze Bombshell cream and Tan Enhancing Shimmer. Glittery! But seriously, where in the heck could I ever use it? Work? Never! My air conditioning here is on 365/24/7 and there is rarely an opportunity to flash a glittery shoulder or glittery decolletage. To the food store? Or the flea market? Or walking Max? Geez.