Out in Shorts Again

by Geraden

Today I decided that it was time for tights and shorts outdoors again. As I am writing this, I have returned from my first outing on 2007 not wearing long tousers or jeans. It is still quite chilly, and you can even see the white of your breath if you look hard enough. But it is nowhere near freezing. I read once that the point at which breath becomes visible is 45°F, so I suppose that that is about what the outside temperature is.

My early Sunday morning trip to the newsagent's was the occasion, for which I wore some skin-tone opaque D500s by Legwear Express. These are very soft and warm 70 denier tights. They are actually made as unisex dance tights, though the legs on the packet look decidedly non-unisex (in the female direction). The tights are fairly matt and would probably not be visible to a casual observer at a distance of more than a few yards, but people do not notice anyway, as I keep on saying.

I wore green shorts, white sports socks turned down and trainers. On my top I had a light green t-shirt and a black fleece.

The trip was, as expected, completely uneventful. I passed a number of people in the street, several cars drove past me in both directions, and of course I was seen by the customers and proprietors at the newsagents.

The lady owner said, "Good morning, are you all right?" I said "Good morning" back. ('All right' had nothing to do with my mode of dress, which was probably not even noticed: nearly everyone says "Alright?" in Birmingham as a greeting, sometimes just on its own – it means nothing.) I paid for my newspaper and completed my circuit of the block.

Nothing happened.

Following on from this early morning excursion, I realised that we needed some bread and milk, so I went out to Sainsbury's, dressed exactly as before. As I have no car this weekend, I walked. Again I passed people and no one took any notice. In the supermarket I went around with a trolley and got what I needed. There were lots of shoppers and I spoke to a few people, but not anyone I knew.

One lady was trying to get a carton of soup from the back of the highest shelf. She was quite tall, but she could not reach it properly. I asked her if I could help. But that that moment she managed to tip the carton towards her and got hold of it.  She thanked me. I don’t think she took in what I had on my legs.

And so it was all around the supermarket, standing in the queue for the cashier, and walking home with my bags.

Nothing happened.

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