I took my kids to the mall, shopping for school clothes. My son tried on some jeans and my daughter and I sat, waiting. A group of three females entered the space. One woman was older, one was middle-aged, and the last was a teen. The group stuck out to me because there wasn’t a young man in their group. As the women shopped, they separated, flipping through clothes on the racks. The middle-aged woman wore shoes that were three inches to short for her feet. My daughter and I exchanged perplexed glances.
I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and a man appeared from an employees door. He hurried to the middle-aged woman with short shoes then kissed her on the cheek. When the three women headed out with the man in tow, I noticed the hem on the man’s jeans was above the ankle!