The front of the ice
cream shop was very cool. The A/C was on
full and everyone was taking their time picking out what ice cream they wanted.
I didn’t care too
much about ice cream but instead was looking at the lady standing in front of
me. Her shoes had me memorized. They were both strange and weird at the same
time.
Then I noticed she
must have come straight from the airport.
She was still dragging her suitcase around.
I tried to listen to
her ice cream order to see if she spoke English. Maybe she is from Europe, and those shoes
would look normal over there.
But now the shoes didn’t
bother me as much as why would anyone bring a suitcase to an ice cream parlor?
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