So, we all of us waited. The usurper who cut in line with her clatter of boot heels started SINGING rather loudly to the Muzak. Oh, my GOODNESS...how awful. She started whistling loudly right after that and folks, let me tell you right here..I detest whistling in public or work places. If you want to whistle in your home...do it. In your yard or car, help yourself, but please..don't assault my ears with your obnoxious noise.
Her outfit made for a list of what I determined I would never do in my own life. The tights accenting a less than toned set o' legs, a fur jacket, cowboy boots..jet black with no shine hair, fake tan and a distinctly made-up face. However, she sure was a happy person with all the whistling and singing and line cutting. Or something.
OK. That was a rant. Sorry. :-)