Whta is the next model in the series?

On Wednesday night I went to the mall with Scott to help him locate a rugged pair of athletic shoes to take on an upcoming business trip. While in Finish Line I saw a very professional all-business-take-no-shit woman in there helping her husband shop for tennis shoes.

You could just tell by the way she crossed her legs that she was a beyotch. The woman's hair was cut into a perfectly symmetrical pageboy. Who wears pageboys nowadays? It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that length (nape) and the too-straight lines with no layers made her look austere. That poor man looked as if she had carefully laid out his clothes the night before and dictated precisely how tightly his shirt should be tucked in and how high on his waist his pants should be.

She was on her cell phone talking to one of their children, I presume. She had them go into their closet to read the exact model number of Dad's shoe so that he could get the exact pair.

Alas, they didn't have that pair because the very nature of the tennis shoe industry is that most pairs go out of production after a year or so.

The woman turned to the sales associate and began questioning him on the make of the shoe and trying to find out what was the "Next model in this series?" The associate looked flabbergasted.

Mind you, homedude already had a pair on his feet that he looked perfectly content in, however they weren't good enough for her.

I find it hard to believe that people have to have such order in their lives that they have to order the lives of those around them, too.

Posted by Tiffany at May 6, 2005 07:21 PM