cookies and coffee houses

So I went out to eat the other day on my day off. I went to a local chain that sells among other things all sorts of coffees, desserts, sandwiches, soups, breads, and the like. It is the kind of place you can go and spend a couple of leisurely hours reading a book, or surfing the web if you like. Or you can come in, eat, and run depending on your preference. So there I am standing in line. I have decided what sandwich I will order, and am pretty much submersed in the world of "Cell" by Stephen King.

One of my favorite things about reading is lines no longer bother me. Catch me at a train? No problem, I will pull out my book and read. Bank teller lines? No problem, pull out my book. This does NOT mean I don't get furious at people sending the tube back and forth 6 times as covered in a recent post. As I get closer to the counter I see two rather large Chocolate chip cookies (cookie cakes? is that what they are called?), on display in the front window. They have the primary display position in the store. I remember reading somewhere that there is a word for this area but don't recall what it is, so I will call it the 'center of attention'(C.O.A). They are each roughly the size of a small pizza. I can almost hear the other various desserts wishing they had that display spot. The C.O.A has done its job in this case because I wonder briefly if I should grab one of those to take home as well.

I am still fairly early in my book, at the part where the world starts to go a bit loony, when I hear a bit of commotion and realize the world is starting to go a bit loony.

"Take a f-ing picture it will last longer!",

drags me out of the make believe loony world and back into the real one. I look up to see the girl behind the counter for the first time and though I am not what you would call a 'boob man' it is immediately evident that she has boobs a plenty.

I could say they are HUGE but that really doesn't do them justice.

I could say they are the stuff wide eyed teenage boys find themselves staring at in an issue of some magazine called 'jugs' or 'bazoombas' stashed under their mattress, but that wouldn't quite do them justice either.

I could say that were I to paint a nipple on each of my butt cheeks it would be tough to say which would be larger, but I won't put that disturbing vision in your mind's eye.

It only takes a moment to look at and interpret the situation. The gentleman in line with his wife has just been caught looking at the young woman's boobs by his wife and will spend a good amount of time in the doghouse as a result. I spend a moment to consider him an idiot, decide he deserves the trouble he will be in, and once again dive back into my book.

As it turns out though, his wife isn't the one that screamed at him. Instead, it was the young lady behind the counter. Now THIS I just don't get. Were they simply huge I could understand it, but that is not the case. They are also on display. The young lady in question has clearly, and obviously taken the time to push them up, press them out, and do everything she could do to attract attention to them. Were she wearing a sweater, and he was still staring, again I could understand it. Instead she is wearing a very low cut top displaying enough cleavage to all but scream to the world "hey look at me!" Even the chocolate chip cookies have been demoted from C.O.A status. Yet she has the nerve to get offended at this guy for looking?

Splain that to me ladies.

Don't get me wrong, I get that when you dress to impress, you are looking to impress those that you find desirable and HOPE the rest will just go away. I 'get' that, but surely you don't have reason to get upset,act surprised, and make a scene when someone you DON'T find desirable looks at you do you?

Hypothetical situation:

Let's just say that tomorrow I wake up to find God has overnight decided to bless me with much more endowment than I currently own. (not going to happen but work with me here)

Let's further say, that I am heading to a party and in order to impress the ladies walk around in a speedo all night long.(again, NOT going to happen)

I get lots of wanted attention from the ladies in the room. Good that was my goal.

BUT

Suddenly a gay guy in the room is staring at me the way kash does when I am holding a doggie biscuit. He is even wagging his tail, drooling, and licking his lips just like Kash does.

Am I allowed to think something along the lines of "not a freaking chance dude, now just go away?" I would say yes.

Am I allowed to shiver and perhaps gag thinking what he is thinking? Sure

Should I be offended that he is looking when 'getting people to look' was my goal? I would have to say no, unless buying one of those chocolate chip cookies that night was wrong of me too. Feel free to agree or disagree. I am curious of what other people's thoughts are.

BD