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Do you ever see someone on the bus and wonder what their deal is? On Sunday afternoon as I was going home from brunch with the Tickler, I got on the E line downtown to find a stunning younger woman in a seat near the door. Slender, brunette, and conventionally pretty to the max.
I've ridden the bus around here closer to ten thousand than one thousand times, and this lady was quite possibly the prettiest I've ever seen, and one of the best put together: sheer floral print dress, natural-colored open-toed heels, perfect nails, eyebrows, hair & makeup. If I had to guess I'd say she was going home from a wedding.
Except for one thing: her purse was a big honkin' black thing that totally didn't go with the outfit, which surely she knew. She had that bag in the window seat while she took the neighboring aisle seat, which is kind of a jerk move. The bag was too small for a BDSM toy bag, but almost too big for a regular purse; I think it held a fair amount of stuff.
She got off at Galer St., which is a largely residential area. I see lots of young South Asian techies boarding at that stop on weekday mornings. I noticed that I wasn't the only other passenger watching her leave.
(Me? I was wearing zero makeup with my nails undone, but at least I rocked the tie dye dress, black leather fedora, and accessories.)
I've ridden the bus around here closer to ten thousand than one thousand times, and this lady was quite possibly the prettiest I've ever seen, and one of the best put together: sheer floral print dress, natural-colored open-toed heels, perfect nails, eyebrows, hair & makeup. If I had to guess I'd say she was going home from a wedding.
Except for one thing: her purse was a big honkin' black thing that totally didn't go with the outfit, which surely she knew. She had that bag in the window seat while she took the neighboring aisle seat, which is kind of a jerk move. The bag was too small for a BDSM toy bag, but almost too big for a regular purse; I think it held a fair amount of stuff.
She got off at Galer St., which is a largely residential area. I see lots of young South Asian techies boarding at that stop on weekday mornings. I noticed that I wasn't the only other passenger watching her leave.
(Me? I was wearing zero makeup with my nails undone, but at least I rocked the tie dye dress, black leather fedora, and accessories.)
