I'm Wondering About the Fur Coat

There is no place quite like Disneyland for people-watching.

Well, we weren't in Disneyland proper, we were in an area known as "Downtown Disney", or as I like to call it, the "Prelude to Spending Tons of Money."

As I was walking with my family, I saw two elderly people walking, arms linked.

Oh how cute, I thought. 

Then as they approached, I got very confused.

You see, the man had a shirt and pants on, but the woman was something to behold.

She was no less than seventy, dyed brown hair and plenty of makeup.

But that was not what I had an issue with.

No, I had an issue with the booty shorts, tank top, stilettos, and the open, ankle-length fur coat she was sporting. 

I'm sorry, I don't know how many 70+ year olds can look good in booty shorts, but I do know that this woman was not one of them.

She had a weird look on her face, and was having a difficult time walking in her heels, tottering and stumbling a bit.  Perhaps that is why she had her arms locked with the man.

It didn't cross my mind until afterwards that maybe she had been forced to dress this way for some reason?  Or that she was a prostitute? That she had lost some sort of bet?

And yes, it is December, but here in SoCal, the weather was about 74 degrees today, so full length fur coats were completely unnecessary.  This unusual sighting was around 12pm, not 12am.

I will never know why this woman was dressed this way, and it will most likely take up entirely too much brain space for the next few days.


Comments

Anvilcloud said…
Sounds gruesome.
4:17 AM
J said…
I'm so sad that you didn't get a picture. Think of US next time, will you?
7:48 PM
Ted said…
70 year old hooker? Huh. I wouldn't think there were "customers" for someone that age, but it seems there is.
1:13 PM
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