friday sightseeing adventure
It was a Friday evening, around 5 o’clock or so, one of the many Friday evenings where I would cruise around with my mother in the car. But this wasn’t just any ordinary Friday sightseeing adventure with mom. We stopped at a red light, and without much enthusiasm watched the pedestrians. A woman, as she walked, fixed the white lacy slip of her dress. It dragged out of her skirt obviously making her feel self-conscious. A short stubby man with an overbearing gut was nonchalantly picking his nose as he ogled the lady adjusting her slip. He stared at her, as though undressing her with his eyes. I looked at my mother, who was looking right back at me. We both laughed. Being only 10 years old, I was at the age where I found everything hilarious. The very fact that my mother and I were looking at the very same scene and probably both thinking how perverted the man seemed made me laugh hysterically. My mom continued to drive. And I kept watching the scenery of the city, as the sun started to set, darkness took over. Our little sightseeing trip was over, or so I thought.