I’m in my new horn-rimmed glasses, at the grocery-store parking lot, feeling stylish. I have just bought food for a road trip. The store was cold, because the day is hot. In my car, in my specs, I take off the sweatshirt that I wore into the store–and then I feel a breeze. My tank top has come up while the sweat shirt has come off, and I’m flashing the world, which contains–among other things–a woman in the car that’s facing me. She’s watching all of this, cocking her head, while she talks on her phone. I adjust my shirt. I adjust my swanky glasses. I am so cool in my glasses that I look at the lady, and she looks away.

(Originally posted July 16, 2015)

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