Accidental Flasher

amy elizabeth

Yesterday I bit the bullet and went to the grocery store even though it was near 110 degrees. Not even a breeze, or a hint of humidity, just dry hot hazy air that didn’t seem fit to breathe.

Nevertheless, the pantry was near empty so I would brave the heat and venture on.

The car was in the garage. That’s always a fun place to be after the sun’s been beating on the roof all day. Almost as fun as opening the car door to 250 degree oven-like conditions. I thought it would be nice to have a car with leather seats. Lucky me, now I can get second degree burns on the back of my legs on a daily basis.

The AC works, thank goodness, and it only takes two blocks to offer some relief. Just in time too. Unfortunately, I don’t wear a wet t-shirt well anymore, and I don’t need any help looking like a half death warmed over desert dweller in June.

Not one shady spot available at the grocery store, imagine that. I was left with one sun singed half brown stick tree that offered a strip of shade across the steering wheel… I grabbed it like it was a free bag of sharing size M&M’s.

The grocery store was freezing cold, ahhhh.  I quickly recovered from yet another near heat stroke, gathered the food goods and headed back into the heat.  That’s when I had my moment of fame.

It’s monsoon season here in Phoenix, and the weather can be unpredictable to say the least. One minute the air is still, and the next, a gust of wind barrels through like a train and disappears. I call them mini tornadoes, they don’t do any damage. Unless of course you’re carrying bags of groceries and it blows your shirt up over your head.

Yep, that was my day yesterday… the star in a Neon Green Sports Bra Freak Show.

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2 Responses to Accidental Flasher

  1. I love how you describe things. I bet, though, that there are plenty running around in their sports bras without a shirt.

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