I was picking up some pipe fittings at a local hardware store today, when I spied a weight challenged woman walking across the parking lot.
By "weight challenged", I mean skinny. I'm using that term because people get so butt-hurt when you point out the obvious these days.
Anyway, she was thin. How thin? So thin she would have to run around in the shower for five minutes just to get wet. So thin, if she turned sideways, and stuck out her tongue, she'd look like a zipper. I'd a bet a soda water she was south of 90 pounds soaking wet; even if she was around 5 feet 10 inches.
I had to fight the urge to stop and offer to buy her two family size mash potatoes and gravy from the chicken restaurant across the parking lot. That, and two dozen biscuits with extra butter; with the advice to repeat daily for a few weeks.
So, where was she going? Judging by her spandex pants, jogging shoes, and running jacket, I'd say she was going to the local fitness club. Since she was heading in that direction, I'm pretty sure I'm right.
If she's determined to lose weight, she's succeeded. In fact, I'd have to warn her to not run in the forest, since a spark from her knees striking together might ignite any dry pine straw.
I really don't see how she could build up any muscle, since she doesn't have anything to work with. You have to have some meat to work with, and she was like hide stretched over sticks.
I don't understand some people. As I age, I realize I don't need to know.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.