However, I'd like to leave you with a gem of an anecdote. This is a moment that I wish I had a picture of, but hopefully my rhetorical skills are sufficient to paint he picture. I stopped by the grocery store near my house after getting off work. As I walked through the door, I was nearly plowed over by a lady much smaller than me as she hurried into the store.
The first thing I noticed about her was her brassy blond dyed hair. She had an inch of natural colored roots showing. I thought, 'Maybe she's in a hurry to get some more hair dye.'
The second thing I noticed were her clothes. She was wearing a brown velvet track suit. If that wasn't enough, there was some gold lettering embroidered across the back at the shoulder blade level. She was moving so fast that I couldn't make it out. So, I clandestinely moved toward her so I could read her jacket.
She hadn't been going to the hair dye after all, but for a bin of clearance storage containers near the back of the store. She began a heated exchanged with one of the employees as she dug through the plastic food containers. I moved closer, pretending I was interested in the cereal in a nearby aisle. Then, the letters became legible in all their cursive glory:
Minimal Culture.That's what was written in gold letters on the back of her velvet track suit! I walked away smiling. She had no idea.
