Parent/Child Observations – Sunday, August 3.

I went for a quick walk into our village this morning to get me a cup of coffee.  It was around 9 a.m., and things were relatively quiet.  Right as I turned from a residential side street to the hustle and bustle of our village center (ha!), I merged in with a mother/daughter pair.  The mom was looking to be about 45 years old, and the daughter 13 or 14.  The daughter had on capri sweat pants and an oversized college sweatshirt.

The MOM – who looked to be approximately 45 years old, slender, attractive, time-to-touch-up-the-roots blond – had on shorts.  Short shorts.  I’m talking VERY short shorts.  I could SEE her ass.  It was hanging out of her shorts.  Like the bottom 1/4th of her ass.  When she was standing still, waiting for the light to cross, I thought “perhaps if that was my body, I would want to show it off?” Because she looked relatively toned … but only relatively.  I have friends in this town with more muscle tone than she had – but it wasn’t like *I* had on ass-revealing shorts.

So then, she had an itch.  It was way up on her thigh.  So she sticks her finger into the “leg” of her shorts, and scratches her thigh/crotch.  Now, I didn’t have a front view, but considering my rear view, I think I know why a truck driving by almost missed the red light and had to slam on his brakes.  There is no way, for how high she lifted her shorts, that she was not showing off some portion of her crotch.

I couldn’t really figure that out.  Was she not aware that she was doing that?  Was she not cognizant of the fact that her private bits would be on display to the general public if she (a) wore shorts really no bigger than underpants, and (b) proceeded to LIFT those shorts?  Was it oblivion?  Or was it on purpose?

We then got the cross signal, and she and her daughter rushed across the street and down the block to the same coffee place I was going.  They walked faster than me.  And I could see that the woman really wasn’t all that taught – not in the ass or in the thighs.  It was actually almost frightening, watching all that butt and thigh jiggle around like that.

If her shorts reached at least to the bottom of her ass, I would have never thought twice about her jiggle.  We all have jiggle.  Or at least most of us.  But if you’re going to strut around nearly-naked, I’m gonna notice, and I’m gonna comment.

But then I got my coffee, and I said hey to a professor-friend in the cafe, and I forgot about the naked-lady.

On my way home, I saw a father/daughter pair.  I initially thought the daughter was someone in the grade ahead of E.  But I quickly realized it was not her.  This girl had on a sweatshirt from the law school which has recently shot off from my undergrad.  She was arguing with her father.  He had on a sweatshirt from Boston College.  She was yelling at him, “Dad, it’s not that I’m being sensitive OR non-sensitive.  I’m not non-sensitive!”

I had to wonder why she was going to that law school.  Was it the only place she could get in?  Did she diverge from her parents?  Were her parents religious zealots?  Did she just have a huge desire to work in Government as a lawyer, and knew that was the surest path?

Mmm, coffee.