A couple of weeks ago, I had to be in downtown Cincinnati at
2
: 30 AM to put my daughter, Maya, on a bus back to college in Chicago.
Also
in the car was my daughter, Sadie, and her boyfriend, Nick. I mention
them
just to let you know that there were other witnesses to the events that
unfolded
that morning. Maya got on the bus, and the rest of us went across
the
river to an all night convenience store in Kentucky to pick up cigarettes.
I got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. I noticed that a
woman
was approaching behind me, so I held the door open for her.
I
noticed right away that she was a tall , young, busty, attractive woman.
She
was wearing a skimpy tank top that she was almost flopping out of.
The
rest of her outfit consisted of high heel shoes, fish net stockings,
and
nothing else. That’s right, nothing else, just skin showing through
fish
net squares. Although there were
about a dozen people in the store at
the
time, everything suddenly became very quiet. She walked up to the
counter
and bought something, ( I don’t remember what it was.), then
walked
out. As soon as the door shut
behind her, everyone in the store
busted
out laughing. I told the guy behind the counter that I knew why
this
happened. “ You know your sign on the front door says “No Shirt No
Shoes
No Service”. It don’t say nothin about no pants.
Hobo
Clay