5:47.
Sneaking, peek, peek, peeking old ladies stealing shameful glances through the cracks of a public restroom door. I caught a glimpse of one today. A single guiltless downcast eye set my mind an angry thunder. What do these peekers want? a mere glimpse of my girly bits? I can only assume that they are looking for monsters. Great big hairy beasts rising up from the swirling froth that lies beneath all public restroom doors.
6:23. Demanding glares beseech me from over developed women in thier late 70's. 10, 15, 20 of them lined up at my register. decrepted toy soldiers they stand in line, face forward, waving the magic coupon in front of them. senior thursday - 10% off your final order"
" Bingo starts in 10 minutes" says the old women with the bad bleach job.
" Please hurry miss!" Exclaims the elderly frauline with the mismatched pant suit.
What can I do?. I can just smile and nod.
" Be right with you" says the nice pink stripey haired sales girl.
" I dont see it" says the the elderly frauline with the mismatched pant suit."
Point it out and highlight it in RED ink" exclaims the old women with bad bleach job
.I am seceretly wishing, that there legs would crumble.
Like a stale little butter cookie.. crumble away little grandma's, crumble away..
7:33.
Two more hours left. The grandma's came and went, taking thier breath mints, bingo rants and discount coupons with them. Enough grandma's for me tonight - I am going home.
cookies anyone?
