Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Walk of Shame?
It is one o'clock here in the Ozarks and I just returned to our apartment parking lot after a lovely lunch with Joe. As I pull into a parking space a twenty-something year old lad crosses my path. Fashionably, for early afternoon, he is wearing pajama pants, a "tuxedo" t-shirt (on backwards), and Adidas slider sandals. In his hands he holds his wallet, car keys, and a bra. The bra was folded in a way that suggests he was trying to hide the undergarment's true identity but it was definitely a bra (and not his size either). Wonder where he was going?