“That’s Quite a Get-Up You’ve Got There…”
A white haired gentlemen was seated in the waiting room at the spa. He and his wife were color coordinated, like something adorable right out of an LL Bean catalogue. He sat with her as she waited for her pedicure throne to be ready. I had just finished my manicure. I was wearing a pair of workout shorts, my injured and atrophied leg, bare. I turned right from my chair, retrieved my “she’s half robot, half woman” knee brace from my manicurist, relocated my seated position to the floor and proceeded to buckle up and in. Clasps 1-5 snapped, velcro …