Cushion

Yesterday I was sitting on the bus in the morning. Once it hits Northern Blvd it tends to fill up quickly. I was surprised that instead of the sloppy heavy people that hoof in, a statuesque beauty stood directly in front of me.

I remember Mark once met a girl online and she described herself as "statuesque." When they actually met, he said it must've been a statue of a cow!

But that's NOT this case. This woman who stood before me was like a fictional ideal of a woman. Perfectly straight very dark brown hair. High cheek bones. Unblemished dark skin. A nose that fit her face perfectly, with exactly the right sunglasses sitting on the bridge of it. Perfect lips. Good shoulders, but not too big. Very slim waist. Delicate fingers. She was like a beautiful flower. Beautiful. Fragile.

Then I went back to my reading.

The bus stops at the train station and everyone files out. I noticed this woman again. I was behind her as she descended the stairs of the bus. Wait! Something odd with this picture. Her butt didn't move naturally. It was like a very narrow pillow in her pants.

Then it hit me. I remembered the times my mother and wife joked about the padded panties they sell in the lingerie catalogs like Frederick's, etc. that give the impression of a rounder, fuller shape.

For a fraction of a second I almost chuckled to myself that anyone would actually bother with that. Then I felt bad. This lovely beautiful woman obviously hated that part of her body enough that she felt a need to try to enhance it.

It's a strange world.