Day 58
"Nobody is going to take us seriously unless we get uniforms. Can you honestly say you'd trust a police man in pajama pants?"
We were walking into hostile territory. There were barrels everywhere, and it seemed the place was packed with pedophiles. The young man beside me was barely fifteen but stood the size of a grown adult now... That's beside the point, and anyway, he's into big girls, all of them were looking. Just as he's blushing hard over one especially obtuse woman, he turns to me and says:
"How am I supposed to eat this?"
He was holding the plastic knife and fork all wrong, I assumed because he was stupified by all the attention. So I laughed a lot while explaining to him the etiquette of eating off a paper plate.
Eventually we made our way to the other end of the mall and found some really good shirts. The kind of shirts a barrel mashing hero can be taken seriously in.
Ballsy? Likely.
Glorious? Always.