I bought a bathing suit today-- well, a SWIMMING suit, actually, one designed for movement in water and not a complete lack of movement in the vicinity of water. All attendant horrors nothwithstanding, it was a very strange experience. I saw:
1. A 12- or 13-year-old boy trying on a girl's swimsuit. His mother was very encouraging. Also extremely beautiful and not at all bothered (apparently) by her son's cross-dressing. And she was right: the aqua maillot did make him look a little sallow.
2. A 400-year-old man stalking the change-room area in a speedo and flippers.
3. A woman who tried on something like 50 pairs of swimming goggles. She claimed that they all smelled like chickens. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.
Is it any wonder I required 150 grams of chocolate-covered ginger shortly after making my purchase? A lovely, shirred, black, steel-girdered number that is probably so heavy I'll sink like a rock.
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