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Last week something happened which left me feeling embarrassed for
several days. I was sitting in the ground floor of a classroom building
(Tydings) eating lunch while reading the paper. There is a Washington
Post box in the lobby, if I get there before 2:00 I can usually
get a paper from it. It was the top of the hour and the classrooms had
emptied out, now the stragglers were drifting by. I saw two girls come
around a corner and sweep past as I turned from one article to another.
Something percolated from semi-concious apprehension to the idling
forefront of my mind - which was that one of the girls was wearing a
green sleevless t-shirt across the front of which a word beginning with
'Hollis' was printed. The rest of it, I couldn't see - it was round the
other side. Now, I come from a small town called Holliston, it's about
five hundred miles north. There are a lot of other small towns between
here and there. I never run into people from Holliston down in
Maryland. Gears ground; are there other Hollis words which might lay
claim to quality t-shirt real-estate? The impulse to jump up and shout,
"you there, your t-shirt what does the rest of it say?", rose
then fell away. As they reached the door and paused to push the heavy
wooden doors open, the girl of the t-shirt looked at the other and
exclaimed "GRRR, I HATE that! At which point it dawned on me she felt I
had just spent the last twenty seconds staring at her breasts. She felt
that I was a bad person. They were gone out the door and I was left
only with the vague recollection that they had both been young small
thin dark haired girls, very pretty. But I could 'see' only the letters
Hollis. For the life of me I could not remember what her breasts
actually looked like.
Life is so unfair.
11:21:49 PM  ;;
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