Enid and Emma, picture if you will....
A sweltering July day. Seven women, all wearing white t-shirts that cling to their breasts, highlighting curves or angles.
Slowly, to a piped-in soundtrack of slow and sultry Melissa Etheridge, a figure emerges from the crowd of women's bodies....
Is it a stevedore, all hard muscles and delicious curves? No. It is my girlfriend, and she is hot from lifting boxes, and so I lift the hose and send a light spray over her. She puts her box down, and tosses her hair back, and I can see rainbows in the droplets as she arches her back and....
Riiiiiiight.
Okay now, get real. It was like 100 degrees and everyone SMELLED. And everyone kept giving us dirty looks because we have so much freaking stuff. And now no one calls us anymore.
Hose that off, ladies.
p.s. But she is like a stevedore. She says to tell you that.