Hussy!

On my walk to the bus stop in the evenings, I go past a retirement home. There are always several older people out in the courtyard when the weather is nice. Most of them seem pretty nice; they like it when you say hello and smile. Some of them are a bit grumpy and ignore a friendly hello. But today was a bit unusual...

As I walked toward the retirement home, a girl was walking towards me. She was wearing a light sundress - it was flimsier than I would wear, but not really immodest. Apparently the old man in the courtyard didn't agree. He started shouting, "Hussy! Hussy!" and waving his cane in her direction.

I continued walking that way and realized someone was walking beside me. It was a woman (and I'm using the term a bit loosely) around 6' tall in sky-high heels and a tight, bright yellow dress. She also had big hands and feet and quite the pronounced Adam's apple. So we continued past the courtyard and the old man started yelling again. "Hussy! Hussy, hussy, hussy!"

That's when the woman turned to me and said - in a voice like Barry White's - "Do you suppose he means you or me? Oh well, I don't mind, I'll take the credit." Then she threw a kiss to the grumpy old man. Which of course infuriated him all the more and he began to shake his cane at us while continuing to shout "Hussy!"

It was all pretty strange - more suited for LoDo than downtown! But funny, too. Still, maybe I'll walk on the other side of the street tomorrow...