“I know it is like a train wreck that you can’t take your eyes off of.” my walking cohort replied.
We were staring at the light yellow suit that the woman in front of us was wearing…specifically her pants.
They were too tight and between the color and the material – a little too revealing.
And we are not talking about a sexy, cute, firm – thonged up tush....
We are talking about a straight up - “What the hell were you thinking?” and “Didn’t they have any three-way mirrors when you bought those things?” - large, cellulite-dimpled, granny-panty-wrapped-hinny.
And we couldn’t stop looking at it......
almost mesmerized – we were caught somewhere between the “You go for it Girl!” “Good for you – if you feel good – wear it!” and the “OMG, I CANNOT believe you left your house wearing those!” followed by the “I am going to have to use mental floss when I get to the office to get that out of my mind!” mentalities.
At the corner where my friend turns left to get to his office...she made the turn first....I just looked at him and smiled....I got to stop staring....but he....
he wasn’t as lucky.