Saturday, January 2, 2010

Caught in my civvies

Ms. C looked, as always, like a million bucks.  Fresh from church, she wore matching hat, bag, and heels, her suit a resplendent royal blue.  She hailed me in the produce department.

“Ms. C, you look fabulous,” I enthused after a hug.

“And you, Doc,” she began, her eyes sweeping down over sweatshirt and pants. “You look...comfortable.”

3 comments:

Helen said...

Oh, dear - I feel your pain. Whenever I'm in my small hometown, I always get caught looking horrible in the grocery store by some stunning, six foot blonde I went to high school with.

There's a lot to be said for comfortable, though.

:)

rlbates said...

I go for the comfortable, too.

A Doc 2 Be said...

Said to me yesterday when I was sans my perfect purse, teeth, matching shoes, well coiffed hair and le' gasp, un-manicured nails:

"You are a redneck aren't you!"

The man added, "By that I mean, everyone is your friend."

Well, then, yes I guess I am... sans my perfect looking exterior; jeans, Merrel hiking boots, and truck!