I was at The Curve, walking towards Borders when I saw this woman with a baby stroller.
I noticed her because she was wearing a cotton nightie that would remind you of those sold at the night markets, usually hung underneath giant umbrellas.
She was walking towards my direction and as we approached each other she suddenly stopped. She then lifted her left arm and her right hand reached out for her left armpit.
And then she started scratching her left pits vigorously.
What was shocking isn’t the act of scratching her armpit…but the sheer volume of armpit hair she had.
I tried really hard not to stare but it’s just one of those things that you really can’t help but stare harder.
As I passed by her, I noticed that the baby stroller was empty. At the very instance, I could feel a chill running down my spine.
By the time I reached Borders, I had no idea what magazines I wanted to get in the first place.