goin' shopping

My friends were talking about the new store in the pedestrian mall called "C Cup and Up" - for women only.

"When you go inside there, you feel like everyone's watching from the street to see the women going into the store. It's so uncomfortable."

Sure. From the city that brings you the Jerusalem Syndrome, there is bound to be your freaks and perverts hanging around the Store for Big Boobed Women.

I'm shopping on Friday morning for groceries and two women are fighting by the fruits. In English. One is American and the other Russian. But both are yelling at each other in English.

"You're Stupid!"

"No, YOU'RE stupid."

"I'm not stupid. YOU'RE stupid."

"You're more stupid."

And I stood by the avocados staring at the two of them, thinking they're BOTH stupid.

Later that afternoon, unbeknown to me, Hubby went shopping. I thought he was just going for a haircut, but he came home with a silicone ring to put on his watchamacallit - "to please your woman" the hairdresser who sold it to him, told him. While he was describing the item to Hubby, the curiosity of other female patrons was perked. The innovative hairdresser sold quite a few of those "toys" in that hour.