Sunday, January 18, 2015

Victoria No Secret

            I was waiting for an order of fish tacos. There were a few of us waiting. I saw a heavy set woman pick up her phone. She talked into it. I'm pretty sure she was talking to Siri. I heard her say, "Victoria's Secret," in a loud voice as people tend to do when they talk to their phones.
            My first thought was, eew. But then I changed my mind. Oh that's cool, she wants to look sexy. Nothing wrong with that. Her man was sitting across from her. He looked disinterested. I took another look at her and imagined her in panties. I was making it hard on myself.
            I picked up a bottle of salsa that was sitting on the table and read the ingredients. It was a simple recipe. I'm not sure they're going to have her size, it occurred to me. I thought about how big the panties would be. Think of something else Anthony. You're being mean and judgmental. I couldn't do it. I kept looking at the woman. She looked nice enough. Maybe a tinge depressed. She had droopy cheeks. She was getting old. Why? Why am I thinking about this? Why did she have to talk to her phone? Now her business is my business, and don't want her business to be my business. Go away lady, leave me alone!