I don’t get it. Do I bring this out in people?
Twice in one week, I mean, come on…
Kind of ironic—and yes, it is, because this doesn’t happen to me normally—but less than a week after my last post (about, among other things, a woman flashing me her crotch) it’s happening again.
As I write this.
This time, it is disturbingly different.
Though just as memorable, I wish to God that I will be able to forget this one.
Pink again. Yes, pink attire, go figure.
Only this time, the Starbucks patron flashing me
is an elderly, white-bearded man.
Wearing a pink night robe.
With black dress shoes.
He’s here with his equally ancient wife.
If only he was as aware as his wife is
regarding the importance of keeping your legs together when wearing a dress.
Or night gown.
He’s enjoying the Sunday paper, with a banana
as he sits there, completely relaxed
with his legs WIDE apart,
putting his incontinence diaper on full display.
And his catheter bag, strapped to his calf.
Yes, of course I’m trying not to look, but geez…
I doubt it’s intentional, this crotch shot he’s giving me.
But I do wonder if it’s oblivion or apathy.
When I’m his age, some thirty to eighty years from now,
Will I be that oblivious?
I’m sure I won’t care as much what others think.
But I sincerely hope I have sufficient wherewithal
or surviving sense of decorum
to hide WHATEVER may be lurking under my pink night gown.