I see this guy at work, who often comes to shop, his upper body is jacked up, like he didn’t know when to stop working out however, his lower body, he completely never realized needed physical training in equal measure. The abnormal looking frame is probably what caught my attention in the first place. He has brown hair, about 6 feet, wide shoulders, very narrow (girly) waist, and no-butt attached to chicken legs. It’s appalling because if I was a guy, and I looked like that, I would hope someone would be nice enough to point out how wacky I looked. Working out is an art and a science, and simply grabbing a couple of dumbbells and doing pushups without exercising all parts of your body can make the outcome real interesting. Anyway, he looks like a surfer dude gone wrong. The confident stride with which he sashays in validates the self-ignorance of his personal irregular physical dimensions.
Moving on from this vain moron, there is another guy, I call it that often visits the store. He alternates the wigs he chooses to wear, two days ago, he had a red curly wig on, which matched the dog that was accompanying IT. He must be about 50+ in age, but wears an interesting choice of summer dresses. A couple of weeks ago, two female associates complained that it was in the women’s restroom shaving it’s legs. I could not of course, force it to leave the restroom, considering s/he was wearing a dress and had long hair, but at the same time, I thought how unhygienic to perform personal cleaning practices at such a public place.
After consulting my HR colleague, I realized we could not remove him from the restroom by law, so we let him finish getting ready with his little poodle and get on with his day.
As much as I am constantly aware of human bodily aesthetics and admire the human form, this one time I wish I had not mistakenly glanced at it while he crossed the street outside our store, wearing booty shorts, because it did NOT have a booty and the shorts lay flat on it’s hips causing me to panic and look away in case I would get a flash-view of it’s testicles, forgive me, but some images one cannot un-see, ever. And I did look away when I realized quickly who it was, gaining a quick side-view of the person in reference.
I am reading an interesting book, well several to be exact. I just cannot choose which one to read some evenings, they’re all interesting. This particular one, was a gift from a friend, that I haphazardly met, after years of ‘writer-friendship’ (sounds lame, but I can’t describe it any other way), the book is called, “the gift of kinds: the good in abundance” by Stephen David Ross. A must read if you are past reading bullshit fiction, fake self-aggrandizing non-fiction, and too woke some days to engage in poetry, then my friend, please lay your sweet hands on this treat.
Speaking of treats, my parents just returned from India and brought me an Indian treat! Count calories as I do, I often skip meals to indulge in sweet savories 🙂