Slowly his eyes left my hair and traveled downwards. This time he really took in my outfit and then that Look that I’m always encountering; that special one composed in equal parts of amusement, astonishment and horror came over his face.
I am not a moron and I can generally guess what causes this look. The trouble is, it’s always something different.
I squirmed uncomfortably, feeling his eyes bearing down on my bare shoulders and breasts.
"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the morning with an dress on?†he asked me finally.
"Sorry about that,†I said quickly, "but it’s all I’ve got to wear. My laundry hasn’t come back yet.â€
Elaine Dundy