Yesterday while waiting for my appointment at the chiropractor's office, I happened to glance over at the woman sitting next to me. She was an attractive black woman and she wore black jeans, a black top, and a pretty, solid-colored turquoise scarf tied around her neck that new modern way (you know what I'm talking about?) I looked down at her feet and noticed that she had flip-flops on and her toe nails were painted turquoise.
I just blurted out, "Wow. Nice color on your toes! They match your scarf! Did you plan that?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Really?" I said, not expecting that answer.
She continued, "I get my nails done once a week and plan my wardrobe around it."
I looked at her more closely.
Her earrings were turquoise.
The tips of her fingernails were turquoise.
"Do you mean to tell me that you wear something turquoise ALL week?" I asked her incredulously.
"Wow, I'm impressed!"
And I was. First off, this woman exuded coolness. I mean, if I happened to have a hot flash sitting next to her, it would have dissipated in an instant.
Secondly, to plan ahead that much so you know what you are wearing a week in advance?
I REALLY wanted to take a picture of her feet and her hands; hell ALL of her, but I felt she would of thought I was nucking futs.
I mean, here I am, a middle-aged woman, who walks in, well, shuffles in because my hip and back hurt me. I'm wearing gym shoes and anklets, no make up, and I probably smell like a rusty nail even though I just showered but the water in the campground sucks because it's well water.
Am I raising my freaky flag or what?
I'm surprised the woman didn't change seats when I sat down next to her.
Oh, wait, there wasn't anymore open seats.
That explains it.
I DID hear her give a sigh of relief when the doctor called her in.
Just another day in the life of little ole me.