She’s maybe 70 pounds overweight from the rear, dyed blonde hair, and she’s wearing white on the top and another shade of white for a don’t make me look short skirt.
The skirt has ruffles. And sparkles.
It’s 3 in the afternoon and she’s headed into the grocery store, with – what? – not exactly a wiggle. More like a sway that ends up being a march at the same time, a ‘Can you believe this shit?’ walk, like that first beer can’t come soon enough, like she has a rough night for a life.