Hoochie Mama and Stud Muffin

I try my best to not be a judgy person. Okay, that’s a lie. I am a very judgy person and I OWN it. But, in my defense, I’m usually right about whoever I’m judging! This was especially true earlier this summer… We had a pretty full ride on one of our afternoon rides, and I was in the office with Amanda (A.K.A. boss lady) checking people in. All of a sudden, this flip-flop wearing lady busts into the office, wearing tight booty shorts that looked like a family of mice had used them as a personal chew toy and a tank top that’d be too small for even my 6 year old cousin. Closely behind her was an older guy who clearly thought very very highly of himself… He had on a button-down shirt (half unbuttoned, mind you), man-braid in full swing, and huge gold cross necklace proudly displayed on a cushion of curly grey chest hair.

I sat in the back of the office and tried to stifle my laughter as Amanda got the pair checked in, went over the rules with them, and then informed the lady she had to wear closed-toe shoes to go on the ride. After the people left the office to go hunt down different shoes to replace the flip-flops so they could ride, Amanda and I nicknamed them Hoochie Mama and Stud Muffin, respectfully.

I promise I try to not be judgy, but I really can’t help it with some people…