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I saw something odd while walking to the gym, yesterday. Several elderly women were walking around carrying long ladders. Other senior citizens stood on the sidewalk gossiping and laughing. Up on top of a porch was a young woman in hiphuggers. She was crouched down on the peaked roof close to the wall of the house.
I paused and looked at her. She bent further into her crouch, and her arse smiled at me from the confines of her pants. "I'm scared," she said.
The women continued setting the ladders up to the porch roof. They seemed to have matters well in hand, so I kept walking.
I have no idea how the young woman got up there. If she'd come out through one of the windows, why couldn't she get back in that way? And if she were suicidal, surely there were better perches from which to fling herself. She was barely one story up. Maybe she was dumb and trying to break into the house the hard way.
It remains a mystery.
I paused and looked at her. She bent further into her crouch, and her arse smiled at me from the confines of her pants. "I'm scared," she said.
The women continued setting the ladders up to the porch roof. They seemed to have matters well in hand, so I kept walking.
I have no idea how the young woman got up there. If she'd come out through one of the windows, why couldn't she get back in that way? And if she were suicidal, surely there were better perches from which to fling herself. She was barely one story up. Maybe she was dumb and trying to break into the house the hard way.
It remains a mystery.
