Ah well. He dressed like Dell guy, only he had slept in his clothes on the beach after passing out the night before. And he was kinda greasy too. Sigh.
The old guy seemed pretty clean though but he seemed to be the … uhh … “loner” type.
Ah well, I’ll go back to learing at mannequins in bikinis.
I was talking to a customer on the phone one day, a youngish sounding lady whose name happened to be Jennifer. I’d spoken to her a few times before, she was a real sweetie, and I’d begun calling her “Jenni-poo”…she asked me where the name came from, and I asked her if she’d ever seen “WKRP in Cincinnati”.
“Oh yeah…I think I’ve heard my Dad talk about that show”
Mine isn’t terrycloth - it’s fleece, and it’s not too ratty, yet… But the answer is a qualified “yes” - women over 40 have to have a ratty robe or housecoat. It’s our badge of “I don’t have to impress anyone - this is for me!” That’s one of the bennies of living this long.
And it gets better the older you get - you can start to speak your mind. No more mincing words. That which is rude or outrageous at 20 is delightfully eccentric at 60. Really! You can look it up! Them 20-somethings have no idea what they’re missing!