Today I worked half the time in the store and half the time in a tiny booth. It really is fascinating to people watch and the customers are mostly friendly, or otherwise just quiet.
It's rather an odd sensation, but the days seem to be a repeating Tuesday-Thursday because I have no weekend. I suppose the rest of the summer will seem as a gigantic weekend.
A group of 6 Banditos were standing next to my little booth for about 15 min. Nothing very eventful came of it except my excited imagination envisioning the danger they contained. Actually they were pretty nice guys.
There were a few strange moments of juxtaposition such as when a boy skateboarded down the lane or a cute old grandma would drive by on a powerhouse trike.
I witnessed an increased amount of partially nude women today. That was probably the main source of excitement. It seems to me that the rally is just an excuse for girls to walk around partially dressed attracting the wrong kind of attention as obviously seen when grandpas take a picture of them walking away with their cheeks hanging out of their booty shorts. Most of the women are not doing themselves a favor by exposing parts of their body and the attractive ones are my age or younger which is rather unnerving to me. It's disheartening to see that women need to scream for attention so crudely to feel beautiful. But really, some anonymous sixty year olds need to not wear sheer billowy tops with no bra.
The climax of the day was when I saw a women with the biggest breasts I have ever seen. They were probably size ZZ. Seriously, they were like two good sized cantaloupes. This kind of situation begs some questions such as:
How does one such as her wear shirts? (She was wearing merely a bra; probably the only one she owned because no one has size ZZ)
What kind of exercise can one do in that state? certainly not running...
What does it feel like to have an identity which rests completely on the mammoth size of one's breasts? (really, does anyone ever look ever at her face?)
What kind of back problems will she encounter/is encountering?
Whew. What adventures.
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