From one thing to another...
Current mood: Category: Life I made a discovery today. I think the reason I blog about things I see is because I usually see them when I'm in my car and I'm usually alone in my car so there's no one to tell right away. I think if someone were in the car with me I would simply mention what I see and that would be the end of it. When there's no one to tell right away I tend to have time to think over the sighting. It's then that I seem to come up with the deep thoughts about what I've seen. I think I'm a better person for it, too, because it sort of puts a kai-bosh (is that how you spell it?) on the initial judgement that might come out of my mouth. So, today I was at a certain ethnic fast food joint purchasing some ethnic fast food. (I've been craving the food from this particular franchise for the past few weeks - not sure what's up with that.) Anyhoo, I was sitting there in my car, waiting for my food... Y'know they tend to take a long time with the getting-me- my-food-fast thing for some reason - I don't think they merit the term "fast food." I think "quick-food" might work, but definitely NOT "fast food." But I digress... so I'm sitting there in my car waiting for my food when I see this man step out of his VERY large truck and arrange his pants like most men do... you know, tugging at the belt and pulling down the legs of the pants. He is about 45 or 50... looks like he's just come from work or something. He is attractive, fairly fit, a little salt and pepper in his hair. He is wearing a blue plaid shirt with gray pleated, tapered-leg slacks and Okay, so the aforementioned thought process occurred in about a 30 second time span. The next thing I see is a woman, about the same age, getting out of her equally LARGE truck. She has an attractive face, light brown hair with some gray at the roots - probably dyes... she is heavy. HER PANTS ARE ENTIRELY TOO TIGHT FOR SOMEONE HER SIZE AND HER SHIRT IS WAY TOO SHORT! Her stomach is hanging below her shirt and she looks like she's been melted and poured into her pants. Holy cow. She needs to read my blog on FAT FASHION! Okay, this thought process took about 15 seconds. ...they're walking toward each other ...they KISS! How stinking cute is THAT? Who cares what pants he's wearing with his boots? Who cares that she hasn't read my blog on FAT FASHION? That was awesome! Shame on me for judging! Who's ALONE in the freaking Taco Bell drive-thru buying fattening "quick-food" with no make-up on? Yeah, that's what I THOUGHT! That will show YOU not to judge! Y'see? If I'd had someone in the car with me I wouldn't have taken it this far... but I also wouldn't have the application (or the grin I'm wearing on my unmade-up face) or the reminder not to be too hasty to judge a book by its cover. |
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