We all have those "I wish I had a camera" moments. This past week I've wanted my camera handy three times and missed out:
1) I had just finished receiving a manicure and am putting in my requisite "dry time," when the power blows out in the salon. Two women to my left, receiving pedicures, are so determined to have their tootsies polished (and the manicurists are determined not to lose the money,) so the clients are sitting in pedicure chairs, leaning over holding candles down by their feet so the manicurists can see to work. It looked like a Dutch painting gone haywire.
2) On one of our blistering hot days, I go into a shop, and the cashier is working in a spaghetti strapped tee (no bra), flip flops, and men's boxer briefs...YES. UNDERWEAR. For all the complaining Washingtonian's do about flip flops as footwear, they haven't even begun to tackle the issue of wearing men's boxer's to work.
3) I am sitting as the lead car at a red light, and a Buddish monk crosses the light in front of me, wearing burgundy and saffron robes, shaved head, and sandals. Is that good luck? The antithesis of the black cat?
Do monks call their sandals "mandals," or "mandalas?"
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#1 -- It just goes to show you that when women decide that they're going to pamper themselves that NOTHING, come hell, highwater, or power outtages, will deter them from the task at hand.
#2 -- Perhaps the cashier was a walking advertisement for the manufacturer and was displaying his, ahem, wears. It certainly couldh've been a "casual workday" event at the shop. You have to give a man kuddos for being so bold as to wear underwear outdoors...normally you'd only see that if they had to run out of a burning building.
#3 -- Would a Buddhist Monk be turned away at the White House for wearing sandals, i mean- mandals, rather - Mandalays?
Which reminds me of the time I was walking on 17th St NW one day near the Corcoran Gallery where there are those street vendors. There was a Buddhist Monk at a hotdog stand. He asked the vendor to "make me one with everything."
T-Bob Quadriltateral Pants
Perhaps it was a Mormon underwear moment.
Time to get a camera phone! Quality is not great, but you won't miss these things.
Regarding the Corcoran monk and the hot dog: "make me one with everything," may not have been an order to the vendor, but rather a meditative prayer toward Nirvana. "May I become one with all." Then again...maybe it was the dog.
Kathryn: I normally (99.9% of the time) am carrying a digital camera with me. That's why it's so odd I was unarmed at the time.
1.) A girl has to look good...you never know who's lurking in the dark!
2.) I have seen women walking around DC in tackier outfits.
3.) I think a Buddhist Monk crossing yor path is VERY good luck!
- Chase
http://chaserandomthoughts.blogspot.com
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