Well, dear readers!

I was enjoying the first real cool day in a long time, sitting at a convenience store, thinking on the remains of the day…when suddenly, this pert young lady starts doing a fashion show runway walk back and forth, up and down the street. It was exaggerated, like she was sashaying for some unknown camera, or doing a San Fran drag show. Either she was totally conscious of what she was doing, or completely oblivious to the power of her own girly sexiness. Maybe it was both, but the whole cheap, yet sexy Ghetto Fabulous thing was something to behold. So I slowly started reaching for my camera…and landed some amazing shots. I thought she saw me out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t seem to care and just kept talking on the phone, to whom I am pretty sure was her boyfriend. She was chewing gum and speaking in that screechy, yet babyish, yet somehow aggressiive tone that just might be the Korean equivalent of a Brooklyn or South Boston accent. Although it’s just my own thinking, I imagined her boyfriend to be the kind of guy who sits on the subway with his legs wide open, left hand hugging his crotch as he kind of sneeringly looks around. With a white tank t-shirt, to boot.

I would’ve maybe asked if she might want to model, but I was honestly afraid of – to start with – her boyfriend coming over and putting a baseball bat to my kneecap after she gigglingly mentions to him that a long-nosed foreigner had just asked her to be a model for his “web site” (I’m sure he would be thinking of something nice, with hardcore pictures of farm animals or something); second of all, I thought that she herself would be just as likely as not to give me the patented Korean girl “up-down” stare, guffaw ridiculously to herself, roll her eyes, then walk away. “1-2-3! You’re out!” I know, because it’s happened to me before. Ouch! I got to snap away several shots of her doing a runway walk past me, then doing a fashion model twirl and coming back in my direction, then off into the distance to meet her man. Dang, girl! Are you positively naughty! Or maybe it was just me imagining? Either way, one Austin Powers purr to you!