Where's my camera when I need it?

This is one of those posts that I will not be proud of later. It will be one of those entries where I am less than generous in my observations of others. You may think I can sometimes be not nice. You may also think my life is a little dull if this is all I have to write about. Maybe so.

But it was just too much....something...to let it pass by unnoticed. And I may want to remember it one day when I need to gain some perspective on my OCD tendencies or just need a smile.

CCC and I, both lost in our iPod worlds while we sweat and plodded along on the treadmill today, noticed a woman gathering a tree worth of paper towels to clean off her treadmill before she could use it. This hording of paper towels and meticulous cleansing of all surfaces of the treadmill alone was enough to draw my attention, but then a closer look at her caused me to study her with very great interest. Now, let me preface by saying I am POSITIVE she is a very nice person. Probably super nice and friendly and willing to do anything for you. But....

The first thing I noticed was her perfect coif. Anybody remember the beehive? Maybe it was in honor of Hairspray. It was so tall (how tall was it??!) she must've gotten someone else to do it for her because her hands wouldn't reach that high. Crazy tall. And it was perfect. Not a hair out of place.

The rest of her ensemble was perfect too. The flawlessly creased khaki shorts and crisply pressed, sleeveless tuxedo-type button down shirt complete with big puffy ruffles in the front. Remember the Puffy Shirt?


Like that, only sleeveless and blue. At the gym. While she was walking on the treadmill. Oh, and with giant, 3" hoop earrings.

It was all the kind of perfect that one can expect at the annual Southern Baptist picnic where everyone stands around eating macaroni salad and chatting about how much better the world would be if Pat Robertson had been elected President. That may be some of my own Southern Baptist-tainted childhood seeping into my predispositions, but what can you do?