There has to be a story here....

Mon, 20 Mar 2017 06:40:04 GMT

I had originally planned to see Skull Island today, but matinee showtimes worked out to make Beauty & the Beast a better fit. (I definitely recommend the new version, but this is not that post.)

No, this is the post about the trip home again on the bus, and the trio of teenagers who occupied the seats across from mine. There were two girls, one with dark hair and washed-to-almost-white denim jeans, the other not quite blonde with a black skirt and top plus white sweater. Their companion was a young man with neatly waved wheaten hair and pale grey jeans. All in all, not quite clean-cut enough to be Mormons on mission, but considerably more tame of dress than one tends to see in the weekend bus-riding teen population out here in the burbs....

...except that one of them was carrying a small rectangular shopping bag clearly labeled and striped as coming from...

...wait for it...

Victoria's Secret.

And it wasn't either of the girls.

And what I realized only just now: there is no Victoria's Secret in the shopping center where we all boarded that bus.

Clearly there's a story here, but I am not at all sure what it is.

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There has to be a story here....