I don't mind pushing the boundaries of appropriate behavior to get these shots. Over the last year I have made u-turns, fiddled with my camera while driving, and nonchalantly grabbed a quick shot on the fly in order to capture something y'all just have to see, but there have been times when I simply could not take a picture. Times when the most basic respect for privacy demanded that I put the camera back in my purse. It doesn't happen very often, but in these instances I take notes on whatever is handy, like this old shopping list I found while cleaning my office this weekend*:
(The grocery list does not end in "porn" lemonade. It's "pom" lemonade, like pomegranate, you dirty monkeys.)
As you can see, I was out and about in the world running errands, picking up two pounds of hashbrowns, fish sticks, tater tots, and cheez whiz, a diet which just may explain the need for a new toilet paper holder. I remember rounding the corner into the parking lot of Lowe's and seeing a gal (?) standing by the entrance doors, enjoying a cigarette. Her body shape was so odd it screamed, "Look at me!" Imagine a ball with arms and legs. My oddball radar started sounding the alarm, giving me the lights AND the bells.
I parked my car and walked toward the store, watching her every move. She was facing the parking lot and yelling in a rough, gravelly voice at someone I couldn't see. As I got closer I could see that she was missing a bra and an alarming number of teeth.
But the best part? Printed across her severely faded and stretched-out-of-shape t-shirt was the word "TRAINER." I shit you not, "TRAINER." I was twitching trying to contain myself, but I simply couldn't get the shot without being a complete asshole.
See? Manners.
* I cleaned out every cabinet and shelf in it. I threw out, recycled and shredded so much old junk that I was able to make room for my yearbooks, photo albums and scrapbooks. What does this mean for you, monkeys? More old, and likely humiliating, pictures of me! Yay!
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And please tell me her sweatpants (because Lord knows she had to be wearing sweatpants) said "Juicy."
Damn I really wanted some porn lemonade too! I was going to ask you tonight to bring some. BTW - went back to the old pic post...god your hair was marvelous. Somehow I need to try and post the DVD my parents made for me...that would pretty much cover all 40 yrs.
Ummm - I hate to be the first to say this. You type your friggin grocery lists?!?!?
You do know that the Nazis typed their grocery lists, too?
Himmler:
moustache wax
instruments of torture
Trix
I love this post. It's got it all. I wonder what that chick trains people for. Jesus. As for taking pics, I always keep an Abe Lincoln hat in my car for camera concealment purposes (I know I've used that one before but the visual always makes me laugh).
Maybe she's a trainer for these events:
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I think you only read half of her shirt. The part that was folded (lost) inside her cleavage said, "needs a"...
or maybe that is the hip way for someone to say they are looking for a train to jump in front of.
Bwahahahahahhahahahahaha.
Trainer? Oh good lord...
This is off topic, but from your grocery list it looks like you were going to make the dish that we in these here parts call "party potaotes". They have something like 790 grams of fat per serving, but holy balls they're good.
Am I right?
I saw a woman with similar cleavage the other day at work. She was waiting in line at the bookstore with her ginormous boobages swaying free (down to her waist) in the wind, and she had her arms resting on them as if they were a table. Hot.
Whiskeymarie: As a matter of fact, I was. You are so observant! Wish I had some right now.
Gwen....u big sissy!
and WM sure says "BALLS" a lot!
You got me at porn lemonade! ;)
Hey there, am popping by to your blog, am new to blogging. Must say, I wish you could've taken a photo. Very funny!
You're like the Woodward and Bernstein of photojournalism.
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