Some days ago, I was walking around Far East Plaza after a late dinner. Most of the shops had closed already, or was in the midst of doing so. One such shop had its shutters halfway down, such that the shopkeeper could only be seen from waist-down.

This particular shopkeeper was obviously a lady, a very leggy one to be exact. Her very long and fair legs extended from a very, very short skirt. A flared skirt, I might add. All would have been fine, if not for the fact that she was not just walking around on the inside of the shop, she was sweeping. Which meant that she was bending over, forwards....and all we bright people know what happens to very short skirts when that happens right? To top it off, she was not only sweeping, she was sweeping the area just next to the shutters. (read: in plain sight of everyone walking along on the outside, as well as in plain view of her male friend standing just beyond the shutters.)

So there she was, butt facing the whole world as it ambled by, short grey skirt, black undies and all....oh, and did I forget to mention that i also knew that it was that time of the month for her? Yes...attribute it to my psychic ability...wings or no wings. Wings are very obvious when contrasted with black. Geez.

I can only say this: I'm so glad, for her sake, that only her bottom half could be seen. (The same reason why people sometimes feel the desire to wear paperbags over their heads.)