While I was getting a new pair of eyeglasses at the mall yesterday, Big Bore parked himself on a bench outside Lenscrafters and watched people go by. He is an astute observer. Among those noted were a man wearing kilts who was also sitting down, a robust brunette strolling by in hot pants and knee-high boots, and two Mennonite teen girls trying on wigs at a hair joint.“Did you strike up a conversation with the guy and ask him why he was wearing a skirt?”
“No.”
“What about the hot pants babe?”
“I just stared at her.”
“Why? Was she attractive?”
“No! I couldn’t believe anyone would be dressed like that since it’s so cold out. She was just a wannabe.
“Wannabe what?”
“Wannabe ho, I guess.”
“How did you know the girls trying on the wigs were Mennonites?”
“They had the little caps on their heads. They were having a blast trying on these long black wigs.”
Well, that’s something you don’t see every day in Eureka.
When we got home, Big Bore pointed out that he had managed to spend an entire afternoon in big city traffic without saying a swear word.
“That’s right. The closest you came was, ‘Holy moly’ in the Dillon’s parking lot when the lady talking on her cell phone almost hit us with her SUV. Bravo for you.”
One must always be alert in the big city--whether watching carefully on the road or in the mall.
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