But I don't tell you this to complain (necessarily). It's rather meant to be context for the following anecdote.
A few days back, no sooner after I published my Thomas-the-Train-&-haunted-hotel post did I hop in the car, drive down the road, and spot an armored car collecting money from a local credit union branch.
Kinda standard, I suppose. BUT...
As I sat at the red light observing everything but the road ahead, I realized that this was no ordinary armored car, friends. Because none other than LORA CROFT appeared to be the skipper.
I'm not kidding.
The woman tossing (literally, actually...odd) money bags into the back of the truck wore the complete ensemble:
1. Black, high shoes/boots.
2. Black socks.
3. Black (short) shorts.
4. Black (sleeveless, low-cut) shirt.
(and while I didn't see a thigh holster, you *know* there's a gun in there somewhere.) Ick.
I just wonder if this was the uniform for the job or if maybe she's a clever armed robber who seduced the legitimate armored-car-workers so she could rob the bank with no one the wiser. But probably not. Because that would be pretty sexist of everyone involved.
In other news, I bought this new shower gel from Marshall's thinking it was definitely for women, or maybe unisex, despite the brown and gold packaging. Now that I'm showered and dressed, I'm realizing it's clearly made for men. This should make for an interesting exchange when my husband gets back from his business trip. Stay tuned for divorce proceedings!
And as part of this knew resurrection-of-my-blog deal, I'm totally going to start replying to your comments via email. Pinkyfuckingswear. Sorry I've been silent.