Pimples. They are red, ugly and they hurt. Especially when you have one inside the crease of your butt cheek, like I do now. Funny how you never notice that it's there, until you sit down on the commode and feel the pain from this small, red mound. I actually happen to find this pain to be surprisingly pleasant. I enjoy squeezing the little sucker and watching it enlarge. If it has a nice white head on it, even better!
So today, I went to Publix to grab a bite to eat. I opted not to wear any underwear since I had my new pimply friend. I wore some pale blue capri exercise pants with a white, cotton, v-neck sleevless t-shirt. No make-up, hair pulled half-back, glasses on. I walk up to the deli department and to my surprise the clerk looks at me and says "Well if it isn't America's next top model" and smiles. I look around because surely he couldn't be talking to me, but when I realize that I am the only one standing in line, I smile and blush. I politely said thank you and proceeded with my standard order: a veggie on whole grain bread with provolone cheese, no mayo, extra mustard. When he was finished, I looked him in the eye and mouthed thank you. Not just for making my sandwich, but for making me feel beautiful without my make-up, glasses on and a nice, big pimple on my left ass cheek.