Having achieved that stage of life when I am no longer considered a “hottie” by anyone still possessing their eyesight, I try to at least not scare small children. I am usually pretty mindful of my appearance when I have to appear in public, and I usually feel like I’ve achieved a certain amount of discretion and decorum. Granted, there have been times when I’ve had to run to the store for a quick item and just haven’t felt the need to get all gussied up. Those times used to bother me. NOT ANY MORE.
The reason I’m not going to concern myself is that obviously some people make a conscience decision to appear as bizarre as possible. I recently encountered one at the grocery store. This was an attractive gal – tall, legs that went on for days, cute pixie-ish face – all the necessary components to be a stunner. And she was.
Sashaying through Harps in her teeny tiny white booty biter shorts, her red bustier top with the heart shaped neckline enhancing her probably not so natural attributes she was a vision. She had completed her attire with 4 inch red and white stilettos. Her platinum hair had some fetching hot pink highlights and the parts of her body that were exposed (and there were lots of parts exposed) were a veritable canvas of creativity.
The most eye popping tattoo was a large one of Wonder Woman on one side of her chest….would that be right?…..chest – yes, I’m sticking with chest for my final answer, Bob.
I truly felt inclined to flip her up on the produce rack and read her like a newspaper. I tried not to stare, I swear I did. Part of the reason I didn’t want to really get into it was that she was obviously enjoying the stir she was causing in the canned vegetable aisle. One poor gentleman totally lost his ability to focus on the charms of creamed corn versus whole kernel.
It is none of my business how people present themselves when in public, but I’m telling you I’m not going to be so concerned myself anymore either. I could have been wearing a fruit bowl on my head with Big Smith overalls and no one would have known I was alive.
1 comment:
Amen Sister! I spent yesterday in the JFK airport and between the people(men and women) resembling your wonder woman and the ones in their PJs and flip flops it was quite the experience. Where are their mamas? Did know one tell them that although it turns heads it is not necessarily in a good way? Great Blog I am adding it to my feed THANKS
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