Good Times at The Goodwill
This past Saturday in San Francisco was sunny and warm, so I decided to go for a walk. I ended up on Haight Street and popped into Goodwill, as I sometimes do. I had ripped a hole in some of my favorite jeans and figured I could replace them for cheap.
There were several women of various ages and sizes at the mirror, trying on a lovely embroidered silk tank top that had a zipper up the side and beads hanging from the bottom. Now, I love a shirt with beads hanging from it, and I coveted it. However, they had found it, fair and square, so I went about my shopping business nearby, all the while listening and watching like a hawk... well, more like a vulture really... ready to scavenge.
One woman was younger and rather buxom. A sort of modern Marilyn Monroe figure. She held it up to herself and said it was very nice, but would never fit. She handed it to an older woman standing next to her, who tried it on. The older woman managed to get it over her head, but couldn't zip it. She said quite loudly that she was a size 6, and that you'd need to be flat chested to wear it. This was my opening! I walked over and raised my hand.
Everyone else had tried it on, so she handed it over dubiously, all the while making comments about how it would never fit. I slipped it over my head and zipped it up the side with little difficulty. Who knew small boobies could be such an asset?! Everyone practically clapped! Victory is so sweet when it only costs $3.99.
Embarrassingly, I could barely get it off again. See, when I put it on, I slipped it over my head with my arms straight up. Trying to get it off involved the cross-your-arms-in-front-of-you-and-pull-up shirt removal technique. Well, apparently, that makes my back muscles bulge or something (hooray for rock climbing) because I got stuck halfway out of the shirt. There I stood with my arms trapped above my head, flailing rather uselessly because I had lost my grip on the shirt. Muffled by the fabric over my face, I said, "I might need some help getting out of it!" The older woman stepped up to help me tug it over my head and replied, "Well, that will make for a nice romantic evening for you!"
It was a blast! I think I'll go hang out there every week.
There were several women of various ages and sizes at the mirror, trying on a lovely embroidered silk tank top that had a zipper up the side and beads hanging from the bottom. Now, I love a shirt with beads hanging from it, and I coveted it. However, they had found it, fair and square, so I went about my shopping business nearby, all the while listening and watching like a hawk... well, more like a vulture really... ready to scavenge.
One woman was younger and rather buxom. A sort of modern Marilyn Monroe figure. She held it up to herself and said it was very nice, but would never fit. She handed it to an older woman standing next to her, who tried it on. The older woman managed to get it over her head, but couldn't zip it. She said quite loudly that she was a size 6, and that you'd need to be flat chested to wear it. This was my opening! I walked over and raised my hand.
Everyone else had tried it on, so she handed it over dubiously, all the while making comments about how it would never fit. I slipped it over my head and zipped it up the side with little difficulty. Who knew small boobies could be such an asset?! Everyone practically clapped! Victory is so sweet when it only costs $3.99.
Embarrassingly, I could barely get it off again. See, when I put it on, I slipped it over my head with my arms straight up. Trying to get it off involved the cross-your-arms-in-front-of-you-and-pull-up shirt removal technique. Well, apparently, that makes my back muscles bulge or something (hooray for rock climbing) because I got stuck halfway out of the shirt. There I stood with my arms trapped above my head, flailing rather uselessly because I had lost my grip on the shirt. Muffled by the fabric over my face, I said, "I might need some help getting out of it!" The older woman stepped up to help me tug it over my head and replied, "Well, that will make for a nice romantic evening for you!"
It was a blast! I think I'll go hang out there every week.
posted by Bert at 8:49 AM
1 Comments:
That is a fantastic story, and I love the website! It's been probably 15 years since I saw you, and I'm impressed by the life you've apparently lived. Quite a wide variety of experiences, and an excellent job of documenting them on film! My mom sent me an email with your web address, so I had to check it out!
Hope all is well. You smile alot in your pictures and they look very sincere so I can only assume you're having a great life!
-John Sindelar
(remember me????)
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