I've been hiding. Kind of. I think I'm a bit like a cat. When I'm sick, I crawl away and hide. I'm feeling better now though and feel like I've been neglecting my blog. So, I have a couple of tales to share with you tonight. For your enjoyment....
Just for Reyna: The boob-lady
So, by my less-than-educated estimate, boob-lady is about 8-8.5 months pregnant. She's got quite the bump going now! For those who don't remember, Boob Lady is a woman who weighs about 110 lbs, dripping wet, but has size-D boobs. They're enormous and they DO NOT JIGGLE! Even before pregnancy, Boob Lady had what I call the "I-paid-for-them-and-must-get-my-money-out-of-them" walk. You know the one....the boobs go out, the shoulders are pulled back. She even seems to have a habit of sticking her bum out in the other direction. Maybe she's had bum implants too? Anyway, picture that walk with an 8-months-or-so baby bump. And the duck-waddle that goes along with the baby bump! It's really quite entertaining to see! I struggle to keep myself from bursting out laughing each time!
Thought you might get a kick out of that one, Reyna!
You know that whole thing with someone breaking into my locker at the gym and stealing my shoes? Well, it brought to mind an incident that happened at the gym about a year ago. I was trying to exercise more, and failing miserably. But, I did manage to make it in a few times. On one of those occasions, I was in the locker room, post-exercise, and about to strip down to go shower. Across the way from me was a fairly large, elderly woman, sitting on the bench in her swimsuit. I assumed she'd just finished water aerobics. All of a sudden, she calls out to me, "Miss, there's a MAN in the locker room!" To clarify, this was in the WOMEN'S locker room. I kind of blew her comment off and didn't take her too seriously. So, she calls out down the hall, "Excuse me, are you a MAN?" Yes, she did ask this question, in the women's locker room, in a very loud voice. Very politely, a voice says, "no, ma'am, I am not." Elderly lady replies, "but you don't got no boobies!" Ah, the joys of being old and being able to say what you please! One of the gym workers walked into view and says, still very polite to the elderly lady, "yes, ma'am, I am aware of that. My mom was lacking in that area too. Guess I just got her genes." Now, to give the old lady some credit, the gym lady not only didn't have boobs, but she didn't have hips either. She had a haircut that could have been found on Lance Bass in the middle of the 90s (short, choppy, frosted). Her gym uniform did nothing to show off any female features at all. And, of course, I assumed things about her, based solely on her looks. I'm sure you can guess.
So, why am I telling you about this incident and how does it connect to my stolen shoes? Well, the wonderful gym worker I mentioned above is also the same one who, when called up and told of my stolen items, immediately walked down to the locker room with me, helped me re-code my locker with a new code, and then stuck around an extra hour after her shift has officially ended the next day in order to catch me and show me to my new locker. She was not only polite, but friendly, warm, compassionate, and just a genuinely nice person. And it occurred to me...do I give people the chance to be genuine or do I judge based on their looks and make assumptions about them? I know, I know, it's natural to judge based on looks. Looks provide us with our first impressions. But, how often do we allow strangers to go beyond that? To make more than just a first impression?
I think I've found my goal for the new year....to be more open to people, more aware of how I'm perceiving and judging people, and to try to be more friendly, more considerate, no matter what circumstances I meet people under!