| Sitting in a coffee shop doing my paperwork I overhear two women in their early 30s (neither of which I'd consider hard to look at) talking about whatever the latest gossip in the office is. A few minutes later in comes a thoroughly gorgeous looking woman in -- I'm guessing -- her late 20s. Nice dress, gorgeous hair, pretty eyes and a hot bod. Nothing sleazy; she's dressed for the office and was very respectable looking.
She sees the other two women, smiles and says hi to them after getting her cup of joe. After a minute or so of "I never see you guys now that I'm in $DEPT but maybe we can go for lunch this week" she's out the door again.
Over the next five minutes the two women dissect the other woman's makeup, dress, deportment, voice, attitude and come to the conclusion that she is without a doubt the descendent of the Whore of Babylon.
Holy crap. |
