Standing in the coffee bar waiting for my free iced mocha, I got to admiring the physical presence of a young lady who also waited.
She was deeply in animated conversation with the barista, altho I couldn't hear with all the commotions of other conversations in the small shoppe.
As my drink order was announced, starbux-style, I stepped forward and was privvy to the sound of said young lady's voice. It was deep and husky, surprisingly a jarring contrast to the young lady's appearance. With her almost-chiffon dress, a semi-sheer white, she seemed lite, tanned, attractive, with an easy manner.
While her manner didn't actually change, her demeanor changed in my mind. With a rough and husky voice, suddenly her appearance became slightly cloaked in a tougher and grittier persona. Still attractive and pretty, still the same person, but different in my mind from the fantastical notion I had concocted upon first and second glance.
And then she turned, to reach for her own drink. A large tattoo on her left shoulder-blade, in a sort of blue black ink. Suddenly, she was no longer one of the masses in my mind, but someone who might run withe the burlesque set.
And yet, when all is said and done... for all my judgey judgement... Do I really know all that much about her?
My point being, that as human beings, our minds are firing at a mile a minute, even when we're dull and dimwitted. We make our own assessments and judgements, everywhere we go. And its nice to know, in the end, that we can be quite wrong - about situations, people, places, etc. I can appreciate that.
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