The Arm

On my drive home from work, I was stopped at a red light when I noticed a man’s hideous arm draped in the passenger side window of the truck in the lane beside me. His skin was mostly a chalky white, flaking in places with ugly tan splotches. I thought, “he must have a terrible skin condition, like psoriasis. How brave of him to let it hang out bare like that, so unself-consciously!”

Then the man leaned out the window with a bottle of water and splashed it on his hand and arm. Voila! No more white. His arm was now a healthy human tan color, as the desert dust washed away.  “Oh,” thought genius me, “he must be a construction worker.”

My next genius thought went, “Angel, you’ve been staring at this man’s arm for at least four minutes! What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

The light went green and I accelerated for home, mumbling to myself that I’m not normal.

Lake Mead Nat'l Recreational Area. This picture has nothing to do with this post, but it's my blog and I can do with it what I want, so there. Photo by Angel LaCanfora
Lake Mead Nat’l Recreational Area. This picture has nothing to do with this post, but it’s my blog and I can do with it what I want, so there. Photo by Angel LaCanfora
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