Today was your ordinary run of the mill 13 hours work day. My guys came back from unloading an entire office in Seattle, so I wanted to help unload this truckload of furniture. I do believe the problem started when I tried to help unload this truckload of furniture. I think the issue is the fact that i am an old chubby guy now. Lets face it, when I was 24 I could have knocked this truck out by myself in about 45 minutes. How ever, I am now scaring the crap out of 45 and seem to have found a few extra pounds.
So there I am trying to help my staff, sweating like a hooker in church. Its bad, I mean I am dying. Lucky for me, I work with a bunch of fit 22-28 year-olds. This really helps. We finally finish this truck and I decide to meet my wife and my in-laws for dinner. Oh yeah I am dressed for this. I am sure I smell like a high school locker room, but off I go.
We decide to visit a small french bistro we like to frequent called "Le In-N-Out". Now as I pull up there are hundreds of cars around the parking lot and I can hear music just pumping. Well my keen grasp of the here and now determines, something is up.
After parking about six and a half miles from our little ristorante, I realize there is a fashion show going on in the parking lot of the In-N-Out. Now I know Draper thinks they are just about a step ahead of the rest of Utah, but seriously a fashion show in a burger joint parking lot? I mean what is next? a lawn mower race in a trailer park? Classy Draper, very classy.
Well me and my nosiness decides to sit and watch this trainwreck for as long as I can without being caught ignoring the conversation with my wife and her in-laws.
It turns out, it is considered a "fashion show" to have a dozen 19-23 year old "girls" strut around the 'stage' (also useful for parking cars) in jeans, ridiculously high heels, and a wife beater. All of them, in wifebeaters. ALL OF THEM!
What really set them apart was the color of the bras, black, teal, and the ever classy red bra under a white wife beater. Oh yes, this is truly a fashion show. For an hour, they walked around, danced, put weird things on their head (I truly have no idea what was going on here) and just simply embarrassed themselves. Fashion show....I think not.
The best part was after watching this for about an hour, in public, in a parking lot, in the open (are you picking up what I am putting down here?) I asked one of the fine employees of said eating establishment what was going on, they told me it was a fashion show supporting this or the other and I could buy a ticket to watch it for $25.
How about I just sit in the parking lot for free.....
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