Buy a Sack...

Another day in Baracca... doing what I do everyday.
Sitting, sleeping, reading, drawing, eating Mr. Chips, and the occasional twiddling of my thumbs in between those mudane things I do.
Every bloody day.
So one day sitting in my desk with my feet on top and reading some unrememnered book, an old woman approached the desk and started selling her trade.
A sack of seneguleas.
Maybe she saw that I wasn't interested, she launched into a story of her, eating a certain mango that is making her itchy.
I just gave a non-conversational grunt.
Then she started scratching her chest. Afraid of not buying her sack of seneguelas, she raised her shirt. And I found out to my horror that she wears no bra or whatever they use when you get that old.
In front of me were her unattractive sagging breast! And we were in a public place. I dunno. Maybe the old woman had fantasies of being an exhibitionist. But for the sake of all that's holy! I didn't ask for this. To see such breast!
Then she started to scratch them viciously.
I just sat there slack-jawed.
Feeling that I should pay for the show or I shouldn't let the incident go unpaid... I bought two sacks of seneguelas.
Who said country people are simple and conservative?

tragedically flabbergasted