Colorado, November 2009
Typically when you see someone over the age of 25 walking their asses around town, you can be certain of one of three things. a) They can't afford a car b) They are trying to be "Green" or C) DUI. I at first argued that the case at present is option C.
The aforementioned person walks by my house daily. Stopping periodically to stare at house fronts. She is about 50 years old and heavyset. She wears a tight pink down jacket when it's cold out, and a teal fanny pack ALWAYs. We live in a location that is close to the old part of town with boutique stores and restaurants. However, I am pretty sure when I saw her walk out of the low income housing unit across the street that she was not headed to Cafe Adour for a latte. Sure enough, 3 hours later she rounds the bend carrying her weight in Walmart bags.
So...maybe this is actually an option D. A weightloss solution. There are no freaking bus stops between here and Walmart, which is about 2 miles away. So, she walked her pink butt all the way to Walmart, loaded up on sherbet and tostinos and walked all the way back home. I am officially resigning my gym membership today, loading up on the carbs I swore off and have dusted off my fanny pack for my adventure tomorrow.
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