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By Misti Date: 2005 May 19 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.19.23.57.18711]] |
| I never wear panties, fine. That is my prerogative as a big butt white woman with nothing left to lose. We go to Harold's on Saturday to wash clothes. Before we walk out the door you say,"You're going to the laundromat in that sexy mama dress?" The dress is a bit short, true. It's a dress my cousin gave me in 1999. I wore it on our steak dinner date a year ago. I did not think of my sexiness but I was a bit self-conscious. All my other clothes were dirty or simply unacceptable. We got to the laundromat. You are getting tense. You tell me I need to go home and change. A lady tells me I need to pull my dress down in the back. I ask you for some money. I drive to K-Mart and buy an old granny flowery housecoat with big pockets and snap buttons all the way down the front for nine bucks. I change in the car. Fix my hair the way you like it. Rubber bands that don't match, two mini ponytails on my head ala Chrissy Snow circa 1970whatever. You are waiting for me on the sidewalk. I walk up to you smiling big, throwing my arms up into the air."Ta da! Let's wash some clothes, baby!" You are thrilled. I pose for the disposable camera. You tell me you will never forget that moment as long as you live. There was a problem. We solved it. Next. |