Yesterday morning, a married man (yes, I’m at that stage in my life where I look at their left hands before I look at their face) told me he liked my accessories. It was funny, here’s the conversation:
Married Man: “I like your accessories”
Me: “Thanks, I really like accessories”
MM: (got weirdly flustered) “You know what I mean…”
Me: (smiles and gets on the elevator with him. Hits 3rd floor button. Gets off elevator.) “Have a good day”
MM: “You too!” (smiling. Wait, stop smiling. Stare at shoes.)
At work, I smelled something really good. It was lavender-vanilla Febreeze Air Effects. It smelled so good, I used it as perfume. Yes, I did.
THEN, on the way home yesterday, I saw a 100-yr old woman dressed like she was going to have dinner with The Queen, weeding her garden. Followed by a 100-yr old alligator snapping turtle crossing the road (why did the turtle cross the road?....). Followed by a white-boy fro that would make any black man jealous.
I love Dallas.