How Delightfully Whimsical!

On the way home, I pass through downtown Phoenix. After the part that's nothing but hookers, cheap hotels and used car dealerships, there's the nice part, the part I want to live in.

Today, I spied a very well dressed lady walking her dog. It was a beautiful chocolate colored something or other, maybe a boxer or... something. She was very well dressed in a black deep v-necked dress, a perfectly coiffed low ponytail, a very nice wide-brimmed hat. She was probably in her mid to late fifties, but still looked pretty good (except for the fact that she was not wearing a bra, and... well, she should have been). Then I noticed she was wearing thick, scrunched down, raggedy black socks and no shoes. She wasn't carrying a purse, so she wasn't just carrying her shoes, either. I did a double take, thinking maybe she was homeless, but no, I was right about how nice the dress and hat were, as well as her ponytail perfectly curled behind her. Not to mention the fancy sparkly leash on which she had this lovely groomed, healthy looking dog.

Nope, she was just going for a walk in her socks, that's all. That's pretty fucking cool, for some reason.