If I must subject myself to anything resembling this view, I had better be standing behind someone who’s working hard to resolve an urgent household drainage problem. And, to be honest, that’s a cliche’d cheap shot and completely unfair to the plumbers I know – all of whom are prompt, efficient, reasonably priced, and professional in their attire.
So, then, if it is within the capacity of a plumber to select a wardrobe that covers the equatorial realms of his anatomy, is it too much to expect of a waitress?
I didn’t have my camera at brunch today. But, to the young woman who seated us at our table, and swished by on too frequent a basis, may I offer the following observations:
1. Jewelry located anywhere between the collarbone and ankle is not intended for public consumption.
2. The protrusion of post-pubescent lardy tissue between the upper lip of your low rise pants and the lower edge of that shrunken t-shirt resembles a uncooked roll of pork sausage. This may not have occured to you, but with a breakfast menu in my hand, it certainly occured to me.
3. The only women thin enough to expose a midrift forcibly confined in such away are in a hospital bed and subject to medically supervised feedings.
4. People are trying to eat, dammit.
There. I feel better already. Next time, I will bring a camera, and I will make you famous.
Write a letter to Minister Sgro, Kate, and ask her to redirect those Romanian strippers from the “exotic dancer trade” to the food-server trade. Presumably their midriffs can bear scrutiny without inducing nausea.
Again Kate, you have cracked me up with your relevant social commentary. Far too many are the times that I have been forced to think “Just because it fits, doesn’t mean it looks good”. Fortunately, for those of us in Canada, the parka season is upon us and except for some nasty frostbite from highly conductive metal studs and piercings, we don’t have to witness a lot of unsightly (over)exposure.