I think I've told you about the lady in the pink pants. She somehow shows up at work nearly every day at about the same time I do... which is amazing considering how long it takes me to get out of the house some mornings. (Anyway) everyday as I watch this woman climb out of her zippy little red car, I think once again to myself:
- Pink pants. Again. How many pairs of pink pants can a person own?
- HOW DOES THAT WOMAN WALK SO FAST?
Seriously, she is a speedy little pink blur on the quarter mile walk into the building, and although we show up together, she leaves me in her pastel-colored dust every time.
Last week, we managed to catch the same elevator up to our respective floors together, and it was the first time I'd ever been in close contact with Pink Pants Lady (Pink Pantser?). As I noted her pink socks in pink shoes, pink pants, and pink polyester blazer over a pink blouse, the doors opened on my floor. She gave me this wonderful smile and told me to have 'a blessed day'. And then the doors closed and took her away.
Did you track that? Because while I was thinking 'does she have a little pink jet pack hidden somewhere on her?', she was thinking blessings at me. That makes a girl feel pretty crummy about herself, let me tell you.
It sort of changed how I feel about her too. My amusement over the PINK! has not diminished, but there's also some warmth to it. I mean, this woman is fully committed to pink. She's all in. I can't even commit to blow-drying my own hair for more than two mornings in a row, but this woman has a fully pink wardrobe and she is unashamed. It might mean something powerful to her, or it might be a way to express herself, or it might be a strange quirk we don't quite understand (but heck, we all have them... some of us just wear our pink deeper inside).
I really wish she drove a pink car, though. It bothers me.
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Along the same lines... do you worry about wearing clothes too often and people noticing? I worry more about wearing clothes on the same day of the week too often because there are some people I ONLY see on Mondays and Tuesdays or on every other Thursday. What if I wear a blouse I love two weeks apart, but it's on a Thursday? There might be people in the world who think I'm the Pink Pantser and only own ONE blouse.
First world problems, right? Maybe most people don't even notice what other people are wearing.
The point is that I just started my new job and had a meeting in someone's office, and I met all of these new faces for the first time. This group has won an award recently, and I was admiring their photographs posted up on the filing cabinet: one for the newspaper, one at the big meeting where they got a plaque.
'How embarrassing,' I remember thinking, noticing that one of the men was wearing the same shirt in both pictures. It was almost like he only owned the one shirt, right? Then I turned my head to look at this guy, who happened to be in the room with me.
Touz, I kid you not... he was wearing that same shirt. HE REALLY ONLY OWNS ONE BLACK POLO SHIRT.
(In an updatey sense, I've seen him several times since, and he actually owns several shirts, although they're all polos.)
I bet she regrets the Pink though. I mean, she's all in, and I love dedication. But I bet sometimes she wants to wear blue. Or BLACK. But she cant. She can't Ern. She's a PRISONER to Pink. I feel bad for her, my inner OCD wants to hug her. I mean, seriously, the only way out for her is to change jobs and move states.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, yes I do worry about the clothes thing. I have different sets of students on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I can't ever remember ... what I wore for each... yes. Yes I do.
I LOL'd at the dude wearing THE SAME SHIRT. Oh me. LOLOL.