Wednesday, October 10, 2007
ABC Wednesday – L is for Legs
Mannequin legs, that is, these particular ones that I met June 28, 2007.
Here's how it happened.
I'm pushing back the metal-folding-inner-elevator door, looking down to make sure that the floor of the elevator and the foyer floor are level with each other, a necessity with our dear Otis, circa 1924.
I notice the feet with the red-painted toenails out of the corner of my eye.
"Excuse me," I say as I step into the elevator. "Whoop! What do we have hear!" I exclaim as my eyes travel up the legs, and the elevator goes up to the fourth floor.
By the time it stops, I know I need my camera which I had not taken to the outdoor art show/street fair I'd been at that Thursday night, trying to sell various items I'd crafted. I get my cell phone out and call Mama.
"Could you bring me my camera, please?" I ask. "I'm in the hall at the elevator."
"Are those legs still there?" she responds. "I knew you'd want to take a picture if they were still there when you got home."
"Yes, they are, and you're right. I've got to take a picture of this!" I excitedly reply.
In minutes, Mama comes around the corner, carrying my D50 by the strap. I ask her what she thought when she saw the legs.
"I was about to turn and run," she replies, "because I thought a naked woman was on the elevator!"
Life's a hoot, isn't it, even when someone pulls your leg.