Hot.
Too damned hot to do much outside, anyway. And not showing signs of letting up soon.
Finished my day at the gas station, filling up across the pump from another heat-annoyed Explorer owner. Next pump in the line, a woman pulls up on a Vespa wearing a Herve Leger A-line dress. There has been some rain but not enough to do more than dampen the pavement, and there’s a strong wind. She has on a half helmet and as she lifts the seat to fill the fuel tank she drops her keys. “The day is about to get a whole lot better” I say to my companion at the opposite pump. “And hotter” he responds. She bends to pick up the keys, evidently oblivious to the fact that her skirt has blown up around her waist for a moment of time too small to be measured, but which seems like about an hour.
We stare in silence.
The time dilation effect subsides, and I say “Well, that explains why she’s got a towel wrapped around the seat”. We finish pumping gas and drive away, in my case at least, sitting a bit more uncomfortably than before.
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My my my…
As Adam Baldwin would say:
“…I’ll be in my bunk.”
TBG
Tale well-told.
Nice.
Sigh. Why don’t things like that ever happen around me? I get the 300 pounders whose skirt flaps up because she just cut a fart that would put a hog that lived on beans to shame.
Sweet. Reminds me of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qj5ou9z0H4g
“I think I’ll go home and see what the wife’s doing.”
I started out a little worried for you because you could recognize a Herve Leger dress(me, I would have said: she was wearing a black dress), but you finished strong…
You have to be able to discriminate between cowpies and caviar.
Pics or didn’t happen.
Never have a camera when you need one.
I had my cellphone camera, but I was damned if I was gonna stop looking to get it turned on and focused.
At least she was cool.