I’m still prejudiced.
Sometimes I get this false notion I’ve outgrown it.
Oh, how wrong I am.
It doesn’t take much to prove it.
How about a Saturday morning at Waffle House?
Two female customers sit at the counter in front of us. They’re dressed immodestly. (Anybody would say so.) One in stretchy black yoga pants, belly oozing out every opening it can find. Scuffed red high heels on her feet.
But she is decent compared to the other. Her skirt (if you can call it that) is tight, pink, tiny. And see-through to her black thong underwear.
They sit by a man, slightly older, buying their morning meal. At a minimum, this meal. (I glance next door for a sleazy hotel.)
This couldn’t be worse, I think. Until they stand up to leave.
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I’m sharing one of my favorites today at The Overflow! Please join me there for The INSPIRE Series. At Alicia’s you’ll be encouraged to live a life overflowing with grace and hope.
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