…even the back of my head is gorgeous!
Yesterday I was waiting for my bus on the Nicollet Mall and it was snowing as it had been all day. People were bundled up with hats, scarfs, mittens, and boots except for this woman I will refer to as Little Miss Perfect. She had on her pointy Sex In The City shoes and then it happened — oh yes — she slipped and SPLAT (I love that word — it sounds just like it looks) down she went on her butt. Now I could have felt sorry for her but what followed was a steady stream of profanity that I haven’t heard since I had a colonoscopy. She was so mad that this had happened to her. “I f-in can’t f-in believe this is f-in happening to me” was repeated quite often. If this is the worse f-in thing that ever happens to her boy is she going to be lucky. But that’s the old lady in me talking. I’m sure I felt the same way when I was young and stupid and would wear pointy Sex In The City shoes in the snow. Like there was that time I got a perm, or got drunk and got a tatoo, or went to the Minnesota School of Business to become a legal secretary. Yes I too was young and stupid.