September 14th, 2011 - Part 3
Sep. 14th, 2011 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewalkThe other day I had to take a little walk in the midst of a coffee shop excursion because I'm awesome and so good at remembering to lock the car (even if the purse and keys are also in there by accident). My brother was working less than a mile away so I decided to walk on by and see if I couldn't borrow his cell phone to call Mom.
It just happened to be 3:00 as I walked past the parochial junior high and it was kind of cool to see American kids all over. It was even cooler because it was one of those days I dressed to the 9's in order to make myself feel better about going to a coffee shop to apply for jobs on the internet. So here I was, walking down the street all 5'10" of me in my bigass sunglasses and short red dress. I could see girls trying to look cool with their friends as I passed and boys turning around to steal glances as they walked in front of me. The thing about kids, though, is that they lack the social awareness to tell them when they're being convincing and when their intentions are clear as day. It was fun to look at their faces and know they were thinking, "Who is that woman? She looks fancy." I walked taller and smiled more gracefully, trying not to disappoint.
Before you scold me for patting myself on the back too hard, let me say that anyone not wearing a hoodie in this town looks important.
It just happened to be 3:00 as I walked past the parochial junior high and it was kind of cool to see American kids all over. It was even cooler because it was one of those days I dressed to the 9's in order to make myself feel better about going to a coffee shop to apply for jobs on the internet. So here I was, walking down the street all 5'10" of me in my bigass sunglasses and short red dress. I could see girls trying to look cool with their friends as I passed and boys turning around to steal glances as they walked in front of me. The thing about kids, though, is that they lack the social awareness to tell them when they're being convincing and when their intentions are clear as day. It was fun to look at their faces and know they were thinking, "Who is that woman? She looks fancy." I walked taller and smiled more gracefully, trying not to disappoint.
Before you scold me for patting myself on the back too hard, let me say that anyone not wearing a hoodie in this town looks important.
