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I saw the greatest thing today
Since Canada Day fell on a Sunday this year, today is a statutory holiday. The Tim Horton's in my office building isn't open, but as I still have to work this meant that I had to go an extra 5 minutes out of my way to the Timmy's at the corner for my fix instead.
In the store, I noticed another patron ordering from the cashier adjacent. It was her hair that had caught my eye. Completely destroyed by over-processing, it was a whitish-yellowish unruly ball of fuzz atop her head. When I followed her outside into the already too hot morning I was able to appreciate her style in its entirety.
She was wearing a navy blue bathing suit bikini top, covered by a yellow band made of spandex, like a tube top, but only wide enough to cover her breasts. Her stomach was slack and fat and hanging over the front of her knee-length tribal-printed cotton skirt, her love handles bulging over the sides. She carried two giant black handbags on her right shoulder. I'm guessing she was in her mid-forties.
As she walked ahead of me down the holiday-empty street I was contemplating taking a picture of her (lest I forget a detail) when the most wonderful thing happened. She stopped, and gazing into the window of The Dollar Store, she stood there clutching her coffee and ate her enormous Bear Claw directly from the paper bag in a perfect, tragic parody of the opening scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's.
And that is the greatest thing I saw today.
In the store, I noticed another patron ordering from the cashier adjacent. It was her hair that had caught my eye. Completely destroyed by over-processing, it was a whitish-yellowish unruly ball of fuzz atop her head. When I followed her outside into the already too hot morning I was able to appreciate her style in its entirety.
She was wearing a navy blue bathing suit bikini top, covered by a yellow band made of spandex, like a tube top, but only wide enough to cover her breasts. Her stomach was slack and fat and hanging over the front of her knee-length tribal-printed cotton skirt, her love handles bulging over the sides. She carried two giant black handbags on her right shoulder. I'm guessing she was in her mid-forties.
As she walked ahead of me down the holiday-empty street I was contemplating taking a picture of her (lest I forget a detail) when the most wonderful thing happened. She stopped, and gazing into the window of The Dollar Store, she stood there clutching her coffee and ate her enormous Bear Claw directly from the paper bag in a perfect, tragic parody of the opening scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's.
And that is the greatest thing I saw today.
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