Apropos of nothing political….
I would like to thank the young lady (early 20’s I’m guessing) who held us up when we were trying to get out of the parking lot in front of Neiman-Marcus at the Short Hills mall.
She and her friend, for some God-only-knows-what reason, had a suitcase on the ground, opened, and were moving their packed stuff in and out of it…while we waited to get by them and out of the lot. This delayed me, my wife and her best friend – whom I drove to the mall to shop, stroll, have lunch and generally carouse while I putzed around with my laptop – for about 5 – 7 minutes.
You probably are wondering at this point why I would thank the young lady for this.
Well, the reason is a very basic, primal one: every time she bent over to get something from, or put something into, that suitcase, her jeans dropped so far that at one point literally half her tushy was visible. And a very attractive one it was.
Let me again emphasize that we’re not talking about a “plumbers butt” occurrence, where the top inch or two shows. It was a half-tushy spectactular.
And she knew it was happening too. She kept pulling them up. But each time she did, the next time she bent over they were right down again.
My wife and her friend made a couple of “Oh my God” comments. Me? I just smiled and watched the show.
Eventually the suitcase was in the trunk, we were able to get out of the parking lot, and off we went…with a fond memory for me: no ifs, ands or, er, buts.
I wish a similarly pleasing event for each and every one of you.
Ok, back to politics where, all too often the entire person qualifies as a butt, and they bend over for anything.
