A man I judged to be about 75 years old stood at the door, looking into the casual restaurant on Burgers and Beer night...$5 burgers, $3 beers. He had fulsome white hair, bright eyes, and appeared to be in good health–for a man of his age, as our kindly world likes to put it.
What I noticed about him was how badly his clothes fit him. Maybe he was losing weight and putting off buying new clothes until he reached his desired goal. Or perhaps he just didn't care, was unaware and unconcerned. His sport shirt was a tent stuffed into bubble pants, all held together in the middle by his belt. His could double his waist size and still be comfortable in that outfit. Something told me he wasn't homeless, so I doubt his apparel came from the Salvation Army or a thrift store.
He turned and left.
A few minutes later a woman, perhaps in her late 60's or early 70's, walked through that same door. She was savagely stunning. Straight white hair framed her over-made-up face. She was dressed in what appeared to be a designer outfit from the likes of Nordstrom or better, the top a little too small, the skirt a little too short, and all of it a little too fitted. Heavy gold necklaces encircled her neck and gold orbs hung from her earlobes.
And he was right beside her, showing the way to their table.
We passed by that table as we left. I noticed she was washing down her burger with a martini. I didn't see what he was drinking–maybe a diet cola?
Unlikely couple...I wonder what they share when not in public.
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