T-Shirt

I'm so sorry I do not have a picture of this, but I couldn't figure out how to take one.

I am in Kingman, Arizona this week, which is a community of it's own. I tried to come up with a word to describe it, but an appropriate term escapes me. Today we went to lunch at a local restaurant for the soup and salad bar. I like to go to local places whenever possible. I get enough of chain food. It was a cute place, good service, nice salad bar and a sandwich bar with wonderful choices of breads, meats, cheeses and such.

I'm organizing my sandwich, visiting with my colleagues, and watching people, when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a middle aged woman in jean shorts and a t shirt. Not just any white t shirt, a thin white t shirt (like you get in a Fruit of the Loom package) which was failing to provide modesty for the size D breasts that were not supported by a foundation garment.

I caught the eye of my table mate, whose eye's were bulging in what, I'm sure, was the same manner that mine were and I said, "Oh, my." The other two, who had their backs to her entrance were treated to the view when she passed out table and was seated at the table behind it with her companion. She wandered up to the salad bar and across the restaurant, then I lost sight of her. A little later I couldn't find her and the next time we saw her she was wearing a little burgundy sweater thing, which they sold at the restaurant. So I'm thinking she registered our shock, and probably the shock of other patrons at the restaurant and decided to cover up a bit.

My dining companions said that Kingman is a "liberal" type of place. I'm not sure that explains it.