So for clarification's sake, to separate fact from perception let's agree it is hot. However, is it a heatwave of unbearable, scorching desert-like temperatures? No. Trust me, I know firsthand what the desert heat can fee like. I've experienced heat so intense it makes you wonder if you literally crossed over the gates to the fires of hell. That has not been this week's, nor today's heat.
I personally enjoy the heat. In the City especially. The abundance of sunshine which is a positive mood enhancer also brings the abundance of bare visible skin. This side benefit of sunny day fashions; short dresses and skimpy outfits also adds to my positive mood.
Obviously some people don't enjoy it at all. In fact some young ladies, such as My Girl, tend to become extra agitated in this heat. Simply stated they become extra cranky. Complaining and bitching about the never-ending heat, the lack of adequate AC, blah...blah...blah.
Sorry, but I have no patience for that.
I have strong beliefs about perspective. One being that there is no point in complaining about that which you have no control over; i.e. the weather. Complaining and griping only worsens the situation.
Earlier today I ventured out of my office, walked down the street and into the convenience store to grab a cold beverage. I prefer solutions to blatant unproductive complaining. For the record, apart from searching out a refreshing beverage, my only adjustment to the heat is rolling up my shirt sleeves; always leaving my tie on and in place.
As I am walking around the store I notice a young lady who is wearing a short, strappy, lightweight summer dress with flip-flop sandals and apparently not much more. It is obvious, thanks to an air conditioner that is cranked too high, that she skipped the bra when she got out of bed today. Which, by the way, from the looks of her hairdo, wasn't that long prior to dragging herself into the store.
Due to the mid-day hour, the store is nearly empty and I cross paths with the young lady multiple times. Despite her obvious attractive looks, she has already rubbed me the wrong way by her actions. She was chatting away loudly on her cell phone in one hand while dragging one of those crazy little shopping basket carts haphazardly behind her.
Do you have these baby carts in your stores? I have only seen them in these particular chain of convenience stores. They are odd in the that they are low to the ground with long handles and not sure the point apart from eliminating the need to carry the proposed heavy load around. Instead the inconvenience is merely shifted and becomes apparent when the awkward bending over takes place in order to load and unload the baby cart.
NOT The Frustrated-Summer Dress Girl,
but to help you get the idea of the carts.
Well whoever designed these awkward baskets; neglected to take into account ladies...
in short dresses -
who don't bend at the knees -
but rather bend at the waist -
and reveal their flowery, white cotton panties -
panties wedged deep between their cheeks.
I was in disbelief when I first saw her bend over.
On the third time I was fully aro...amused.
What made it more amusing was that I was certain she was oblivious to the show she was giving me. Oblivious because she was too busy complaining about the heat to her friend over her cellphone.
Again, NOT The Frustrated-Summer Dress Girl either,
but the scene was very, very much like this.
I ended up in the check-out line behind her; coincidence or not, I will let you decide.
As luck would have it an elderly women was checking out and was having trouble with the entire process, from hearing the cashier properly to counting out the correct change.
So Frustrated-Summer Dress Girl proceeds to go into a tirade to her friend over the phone. She goes on about how she can't believe the lack of open registers, how some people are so slow, and why do they have to pay in change, have they never heard of a credit card - on and on. She is spewing her anger to her friend without any attempt of lowering her voice; sprinkling in complaints about the heat for added measure (despite the fact that we are on a temporary reprieve from the heat thanks to the stores's A.C.).
Granted she wasn't screaming; simply speaking in a normal voice, but it was rude regardless. I cleared my throat loudly a few times to cut her off. She merely turned around once, stared at me without regard and continued on.
Her turn at the register "finally" came up and I was once again treated to a view of stuffed white cotton stuck between tight tanned checks as she unloaded her basket.
My view was unfortunately interrupted as I was helped at another register that opened up midway. However, this ultimately led to us both walking out the door at the same time.
"You know you could learn a little patience" Against the better judgement of my internal voice telling me to let it go; I told her as we both walked onto the sidewalk.
"Huh?" she loooked at me perplexed "Excuse me?"
"I said, You could learn a little patience" I repeated.
"That lil' old lady was doing her best. I bet you didn't even notice her arthritic hands, did you?"
"Excuse me. I...I.. What, who are you?" she shook her head at me, confused and caught off guard while she quickened her pace down the street.
"I think you embarrassed that lady with your comments" I explained.
"It was hot...and they were taking too long. They didn't..." she rambled off her prior complaints.
"Can I ask you something?" I cut her off.
"What?" as she stopped walking.
Timing my question to exactly the moment when two other senior ladies passed us on the busy City street.
"I couldn't help but notice. Your white panties. The white ones with lil' blue flowers. The ones you have on. The ones you have all up in a wad; do they make those in adult sizes?"
Her eyes dilated instantly in visible shock as she attempted to say something, while I courteously stepped out of the way to let the senior ladies pass between us. Based on their stares at her, they definitely heard my final comments. Left speechless, her nostrils flared as her face quickly reddened in a combination of disbelief and embarrassment. Not knowing what to say or do, she huffed off and scampered down the street; flip-flopping in haste down the hot cement with hips swaying and obviously irritated (literally and figuratively) cheeks jiggling.
So that is what really happened.
Perhaps in my next post I will share what I would have loved to have happened;
because I wanted to do more than just embarrass her.
because I wanted to do more than just embarrass her.
That is, if anyone is interested.