Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Walking down the street with Flip, who had an errand at Guitar Center, I spotted a woman who was built like a tugboat coming toward us in the ugliest coat I had ever seen.
I murmured, "The coat. Look at the coat."
The Coat was a full length horizontally worked multicolored mangy-looking fur in an oversized houndstooth tweed pattern. Suffice to say that I have never seen anything like it. It looked as if it were made out of several mismatched old dogs.
I think this is what happens when furriers go bad.
The woman was old, by which I always mean Older-Than-I, with determinedly blond hair and did I mention, portly?
As we passed her, Flip said, "That's a beautiful coat."
I almost swallowed my tongue.
She simpered, "Thank you!" while her male companion, like me, turned his head the other way.
"What were you thinking?" I demanded. Flip is not mean. Ever. It is not in his nature at all, yet he also has taste.
Obviously, I was missing something.
"I couldn't help myself," said Flip. "I really did it for the guy because he probably thinks it's ugly and he didn't get his money's worth."
"Fifteen dollars at the thrift store," I replied. "and it is ugly."
"She just needed to be told she looked good," he said. "I bet she doesn't hear that very often."
Flip is such a nice man for a liar.