Views From the Mall

Sorry folks, but I have been pulling some long hours ... but I have just a moment to add a couple of these tid bits ...

There was a lovely elderly woman walking down the mall. She had on a white blouse with a black sweater, pearl earrings, silver watch and necklace, pressed black pants and recently salon styled hair. I thought "How quaint." Then I noticed her shoes. Bright red old fashioned Converse Tennis Shoes. BAM! I call her Sneaker Granny.

Then there was the man who wandered around the store for a bit. I was near the back putting some items away when he casually strolled back there. I had previously offered him help, and did not want to seem pushy, so I just let him stroll by. I guess he didn't see me. I hope he didn't see me. Because if he did, than what he did was just really rude. He let one rip. And boy did it rip. I mean loud and clear, long and strong. And he followed it up with a groan that I can only describe as relief. I on the other hand nearly passed out for two reasons:
1. The obvious, the stench.
2. Trying not to burst out laughing.
I call him Guss the Gas Master.