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ely against the scene, my eyes gaze back down her body, only to be assaulted by:</p><ul><li>A long vomit-colored umbrella;</li><li>Too-thick-for-summer sweatpants;</li><li>And, violet and green peacock feathered slippers! <i>Well, those are interesting,</i> I think.</li></ul><p id="be00">Still trying to reconcile, my eyes travel back up only to become aware of:</p><ul><li>A black cloth mask on — her — chin, <i>Of course</i></li></ul><p id="a0e9">Sitting in the subway car, I leaned back and looked at my outfit. It suddenly dawned that I was not entirely dressed like Carrie from Sex and the City. Instead, I realized that my attire was more of a picture of convenience, comfort and practicality, much like the hideous sight of the woman I saw in front of me!</p><p id="ce25"><i>When did I stop being high fashion fabulous?</i></p><p id="9eda">Looking up, eyes darting from commuter to commuter around me, with one panicked thought – <i>Is anyone looking at <b>me</b>?!</i></p><p id="3d8b">Bang! My eyes locked abruptly on the gaze of the not-even-trying woman who had captured my attention.</p><p id="d0fd">Smiling, her eyes teaming with delight, her voice thick with a thousand world accents, she says approvingly, “I see <b>you</b>, Queen.”</p><p id="d6bf"><b>© 2023 K. Joseph, All Rights Reserved</b></p><blockquote id="9f10"><p>👍🏾 This article contains

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A-TRAIN PEOPLE SPOTTING

What Is She Wearing - I Mean Really?!

High fashion fabulous or not even trying …

Midjourney returned this rendering when the author prompted it to create Gucci-like sunglasses.

I literally feel physically ill looking at her. The getup she left her house in today assaulted my sight.

Yes, I judge. And so what? She chose to stand in front of me on this almost empty subway train.

My eyes ticked down the ensemble:

  • Fake, I’m sure, Gucci sunglasses;
  • A black cotton, cat-fur-covered, too-big, poor-excuse-for-a-blouse undershirt;
  • Her Victoria's Secret lace bra is visible between her erect tit and her bare arm, I’m so sure she knew this subway car would be cold; and
  • Two Target recyclable bags weighing down her left shoulder.

My ill-defined brows knit over my eyes when I see:

  • Her red silk head tie, and
  • A small cross-body bag bursting apart at the seams, What could she possibly have in there?

Shaking my head reflexively against the scene, my eyes gaze back down her body, only to be assaulted by:

  • A long vomit-colored umbrella;
  • Too-thick-for-summer sweatpants;
  • And, violet and green peacock feathered slippers! Well, those are interesting, I think.

Still trying to reconcile, my eyes travel back up only to become aware of:

  • A black cloth mask on — her — chin, Of course

Sitting in the subway car, I leaned back and looked at my outfit. It suddenly dawned that I was not entirely dressed like Carrie from Sex and the City. Instead, I realized that my attire was more of a picture of convenience, comfort and practicality, much like the hideous sight of the woman I saw in front of me!

When did I stop being high fashion fabulous?

Looking up, eyes darting from commuter to commuter around me, with one panicked thought – Is anyone looking at me?!

Bang! My eyes locked abruptly on the gaze of the not-even-trying woman who had captured my attention.

Smiling, her eyes teaming with delight, her voice thick with a thousand world accents, she says approvingly, “I see you, Queen.”

© 2023 K. Joseph, All Rights Reserved

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