Let's say..... I'm looking like a field hand, I've got my butter bean picking outfit on, and supper is baking in the oven. My shoes have holes, my jeans have holes, my t-shirt is stained AND I'm out of milk. And I need milk with my meal.
This is a social dilemma....if I go to the grocery store looking like I do right now, I will see between two and eight hundred people who know me. And they'll want to talk....and when they get home they'll call between 400 and 1600 people and start the conversation with, "She's really let herself go. Bless her heart...."
If I clean up, I won't see a soul. Not a soul would I see.
Hmmmmm!
Let's say my hair is a mess, I have dirt under my fingernails....and I just run to a convenience store to get some cat food at $7.96 per can. I would see the pope.
The need for milk is overrated.
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