We tour another college. A ton of people are here. We break into three groups. Do we want the Latin American-sounding man with the very thick accent? The Low Talker student? Or the vivacious girl from Atlanta whose chest looked like it had been branded with a butterfly-shaped livestock tool.
We go with the butterfly-girl. At least I can hear and understand her. I just won't look at her.
I've been to this school before, when Sam was visiting colleges. It's a beautiful New England college with a fine reputation. I know the school fairly well, and decide I don't really need to pay attention. I focus instead on the other parents.
A blonde woman in tight white jeans and thong underwear is walking beside her bored-looking daughter who keeps twirling a piece of her hair and casting wistful glances at the football game down the hill. The mother is in her early 40's. She is wearing a too-tight and too-short tee shirt which keeps riding up, exposing a part of her tanned abdomen.
If I were that thin, would I ever dress like that? For a college tour? I decide not.
Next is Schlumpy, one of the Eight Dwarfs. Pants too big, Keds, dumpy sweater, permed hair.
If I were that clueless, would I ever dress like that? I decide not.
Then there's the Toni Twins. Mother and daughter. Same outfits. Jeans, LL Bean fisherman shirt, matching Longchamp bags.
If I had a daughter, would we dress alike? I decide not.
I'm having so much fun, analyzing the parents, that the tour is over before I know it.
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