I'm a firm believer that when you are out in public you should look as good as you can. For the most part I've held true to that belief except for a couple of times where a family emergency took precedence.

Two days ago I was feeling like shit and was in a foul mood to begin with and had to get some necessary items at the grocery store. The store is less than 5 minutes away and figured I'd just throw on a coat and get what I had to get and be done with it. I just hopped in the car and when I got to the store discovered that not only did I forget to brush my hair but that I still had on my old pajama bottoms (the most comfortable things in existence but not something one would wear in public). In other words I looked like hell. Decided to head into the store because with the invention of U-Scan my time in there would be two minutes and if I saw someone I knew I could wiggle my way into another aisle.

U-Scan was packed and instead of two minutes I was stuck in line for 15! Sure enough someone from my past (a co-worker) JUST HAPPENED to be there waving and yelling to get my attention and everyone within ear shot was looking right at me! Keep in mind this person is the sort who thinks she is better than anyone else and just happens to still work with some people I've known and have not seen in a couple of years. Of course I could not ignore her so I just gave the obligatory wave and smile muttering to myself "of all people to see me at my worst". I just knew what she was going to do the next day at work, "Hey I saw Eileen at the store and she looked like shit. Man she has really let herself go."

Of all people to see me it had to be her. Why couldn't it have been the co-worker who had no teeth?

Me looking like shit brought back some memories of my Aunt who lived with us for a few years. She was older (in her early 70's at the time) and always looked like a million dollars. She was the type that loved going to thrift stores and purchasing clothes and was also the type that after working on said clothes made them look like brand new. Very fashionable woman and everyone always complimented her (rightfully so). I enjoyed taking her to the thrift store just to see her work magic on the clothes but there was something she always did there that I'll never forget. Here was this older woman who took pride in her appearance in public and yet every single time she was at the thrift store she would always back up into a clothes rack and let off the loudest fart I've ever heard!