Siri forced me to drive down Ft. Lauderdale Beach Boulevard
Friday, October 14
Siri has taken me to the mall,
and now I’m in a dressing room with Gayle.
Gayle has a measuring tape draped
around her neck.
I disrobe from the waist up.
“I feel like I’m in a doctor’s office,” I quip.
Gayle and I laugh about
things falling down
and places going flat.
I depart with a bag of new unmentionables
and go next door where I hope to find
some new “bright” clothes
to wear for next week’s family photo shoot.
(Besides, what I own is rather baggy now.)
But all I see are dark clothes and sweaters,
pieces I might don on an autumn
or winter day in Michigan.
“Is this really what I’m supposed to wear down here?”
They’re mostly for the visitors, she tells me.
So I find a few things on the sales racks
and make note to stock up in the spring.
Maybe I can lift and tighten some things by then.
I’ll start right after I treat myself to this…