This isn’t what I intended to write about today, but I felt like I needed to write it down, so here it is.
Scene: Grocery Store – about 6PM on a Saturday night
Mr. POSSLQ and I are doing our grocery shopping. Nothing too unusual about that. Suddenly, this young woman comes whipping around the corner. She was dressed in black, thigh-high boots and a black coat that reached approximately upper mid thigh. The coat was open at the top and there was no clothing visible, just skin and, if she had shorts or a miniskirt on, you couldn’t tell. She was completely (in a legal sense, anyhow) covered but it was a tich unnerving to see this person perusing the wine aisle, with a resting bitch face that could have given a glacier a run for it’s money, standing there potentially very naked under that short coat. And you could tell from her face that she had exactly zero fucks to give about what ANYONE thought.
And I’m not writing this because I think that there was anything WRONG with this person. I’m more curious about the motive than anything else. And maybe the reality is that the sole motive was “I need some wine, let me go to the store and get some”.
I hate sometimes that I am always so curious about “the story behind the story”.
In unrelated news, my search for really good pizza continues. The pizza we had tonight was unremarkable. I still have a place that I want to try. Maybe we’ll get around to it at some point.
Also…. is the election over yet? I had yet another person tonight to tell me that the person I did not vote for is like magical unicorn rainbow farts (not their words but completely their senitment)… I need another drink.