So I’ve got a lot of tasks I should be completing on my day off. I managed to water the tomatoes. I also separated several things into piles during my (unsuccessful) search for my check book. I walked half a block in scorching sunshine to get a coffee and freak someone out. She freaked me out too. I was politely looking at the cafe art, after handing my mug to the guy and asking him to put americano in it. I am wearing a green t-shirt, an above-the knee khaki/cream skirt, little red and black socks and red shoes. This girl walks in. She is wearing a green t-shirt, an above-the knee khaki/cream skirt, red and black argyle socks, and red motherfucking shoes. She is blonde, though, and has a scarf on wrapped like a headband. This is a relief to me, although I agonized about head covering before I left the house, my brown locks were bare. I said to her, “We could be in uniform.” She says, “I was just noticing that.” Weird pause. “Even the red shoes.” I said, “And red and black socks.” I couldn’t decide whether to introduce myself. The man gave me my coffee and I tipped and complimented him. I put honey and cinnamon in the drink and walked back into the sunshine.
Nobody said a thing about the wooden leg.