I met one at Whataburger. He was wearing mascara and lipstick. Won’t go back there.
“I met one at Whataburger. He was wearing mascara and lipstick. Won’t go back there.”
The other day we stopped by the new Burlington Coat Factory we had not yet visited. There was this young man and sales associate with short cropped hair, ear studs, and tattoos who came over to speak with us. As he started to speak, he smiled, lifted one leg up to stand like a crane in the water with arms wrapped and hugging his body closely, as he lispthed his way through the conversation. I had to hustle my better half out of the place before the guffaws of laughter broke out. It really was that . . . extreme. If I didn’t know better I would have thought there was some kind of candid camera lurking nearby recording a new episode of Monty Python.