Idiot disease

I have a pretty charming green jacket that I can only wear when the weather is just right- windy and springish, but with a warm sun. It's not a dull shade, and not quite a jewel tone (as I look like a middle-aged tourist in jewel tones.) On the downside, with a green jacket the red highlights in my hair bceome more pronounced, as do the freckles; and I realize now that I should probably never wear anything that color, as I look like a fat imitation of Ginny, or the Lucky Charms guy.

So: walking home yesterday afternoon, in said jacket, I passed a dive bar that always opens its door in the good weather, letting the early afternoon winos wander about freely like a small herd of geese. One was standing by the corner, and gave me a rude stare in the direction of my breasts, and then said very loudly: "Hey, it's the leprechaun !"

At which point something took hold of my brain, maybe the jacket; maybe the nice weather or the antibiotics; maybe some kind of idiot disease. Because I snapped back: "Hey, it's the drunk !"

I had to run for three blocks, but the fear tasted like delicious ice cream in my mouth.



Love your normally timid,
Orange.