Pleeease don't bend over.

Yesterday when I took my lunch break, I decided to stop at good old Maverik and fill up on gas.

As I pulled up and parked next to a pump, a "large" woman walked out of the store, through the parking lot and to the car acrossed from me..

Now even though I have attached pictures, they just don't do her justice, so let me describe her to you:

• About 5 foot 11

• Had what I like to call a "Homer Simpson beer gut".

• Huge "large woman" boobs.

• Maroon, skin tight dress. Which, other than looking like it had to have been painted on, would have been fine, until you realize that it had a slit going up both sides..higher than any slit should ever go. (I wish you could tell how high it went in the pictures, but you can't).

Now, I am not one who makes fun of people like this, really, & I wouldn't have even thought twice of her.. but first, she stared at me as she walked by, which again isn't that weird. But it gave me the creeped out feeling..it was that feeling I get when old men hit me. (You all know what I'm talking about) Weird.

Then, when she got to her car and started talking, her voice was LOOOW...I'm talking like 2 octaves lower than my husbands voice, low.

Meanwhile, I had started filling up my car, and decided to go in and get a fountain drink.

When I went in I heard the girls at the counter laughing and I wondered if they were laughing at the same thing I was laughing at in my head...so of course I eavesdropped best I could. I didn't hear everything they said...just words like "I didn't know whether to say mam or sir..." and "that just made my day" "It just made your day that you saw a man dressed in drag?"...and my weird feeling about that stranger in the parking lot were understood, and confirmed:

Yes, there is a man next to my car wearing a short skirt with slits going up to his hip.

Yes, that large womans deep voice, is a mans voice.

and best of all

Yes, a man in drag just checked me out.

After I paid for my drink and went back to my car, I couldn't help it, I took pictures of this man/woman as she...he bent over, without caring who saw right up that skirt of...his.

Yummy.

P.S. We're all lucky I got a picture at this angle rather than the angle she was standing just moments before..