Today at the gym, two 20-something skinny-minnies were comparing notes about tanning salons. Both were proudly glowing orange and were discussing the pros and cons of lay-down vs. stand-up tanning equipment. (One glance at my photo there with the llama and it’s quite obvious I have no idea what equipment these girls were talking about.) The oranger of the two was complaining that the lay-down beds cause her to have untanned spots on various parts of her body where the equipment touches her.
“I have dots here and here and back here and down here,” she pointed out with slight resignation.
A forty-something woman looked at the two girls, smug with wisdom and a touch of “I’d only be that age again if God gave me a body like that at the same time.” She smirked at another forty-something woman. Pointing at various brown and white age spots on her arms and face, she said with slight resignation, “Yeah, I have dots from tanning, too. Here and here and here.” The other woman laughed loudly, the two youngins oblivious that in 20 years they’d know exactly what was (not) so funny.
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