Coleman and I were leaving Cafe 225 after having a salad and were on our way to Beverly's to scout out some yarn for some new baby girls that are scheduled to arrive soon. As we passed Fugazzi's an impecabbly groomed couple about 75 years old emerged from the restaurant behind us. I can only describe her outfit as quintessential June Cleaver. Her bright flowered green skirt flared out showing only a modest amount of calf. Her white pumps matched the white belt that cinched her dress at the waist and she was covered on top by a tailored white caplet. Her companion wore nice slacks, a button up shirt and suspenders. Her hair was exactly as pictured above and she wore those glasses all the ladies in 'The Far Side' wear. As we passed them this is the conversation we heard:
June: "Well Im not going to stay in a place that is dark just because you want to!, I sure as shit dont need you, and I can find myself another man!"
Man: "mumble...mumble"
June: "You know full well I have macular degeneration"
It was so amusing that I pulled off to the side and pretended to wipe Coleman's mouth to see what else she might say. Sadly they walked too slow and it would be obvious if I lingered much longer.
Fun stuff in Visalia...
June Cleaver, who knew?
