Sunday, January 2, 2011
Reflections On An Afternoon At the Mall
Small bras, we will soon learn, hang from the top rack at eye level. Sizes increase as they near the floor, and the most pendulous among us must work for their goods, being careful not to topple as the strains of Josh Groban play with clarity. His near constant vibrato is a bee in the ear while one is squatting low, looking for her size, finding those at floor level to be useful as earmuffs, nothing more. Considering the effort made in the finding of the size, it is only fair that the saleswoman should remain courteous when handling the small bra, refraining from an exclamation one would pronounce when encountering a miniature chihuahua, such as, for example (a phrase out of the blue), "It's so cute!"