As my dear anonymous friend commented on my last blog, I could really use a makeover myself and become a fashion cop. So I decided to wear my pink fashion police hat (an homage to 'legally blonde') and carry my shrill whistle and walk the country looking for violators. Sadly enough, it can only be wishful thinking as I still have my day job to keep! Still, I have two incidents to report as I went through the vagaries of my every day life.
I went to the optometrist the other day to finalize my contact lens prescription. This bitchy female doctor is there to welcome(how ironical) me and find out how comfortable I was with the prescription. I should have known she was bitchy right from when I saw her. The white coat threw me off briefly. As I was leaving the store, after having a violent moment with her, I noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing all black clothes(black top, black pants) and shiny red open-toed pumps. I figured the only thing she needed was a pair of horns and she would be ready for a halloween party.
Next, I was at the airport leaving Baltimore to travel to Los Angeles recently. It was a beautiful sunny day, about 75 degrees. It was going to be a long flight about 5 hours. People were in their summer best - shorts, capris and the like. As the flight continued to board though, I was looking for my shrill fashion-cop-whistle...so I could flag this couple down. The woman was about 33 and the man was around 35. They seemed very cosy, chic and ready. Ready to go skiing that is! They were both dressed from head to toe as if they were out on their yearly trip to Aspen. They would jump of the plane and ski away onto the diamond slopes. I couldnt understand what was going on. And this is spring for Pete's sake!
