I like the way Corduroy looks. Don’t you? It’s classic.
When I was in kindergarten, I remember my mom dressing me in blue corduroys and I hated the sound they made when I ran my fingernails across the wales.
Today, walking behind a woman at the store, I hated that same sound. Except she wasn’t using her fingernails, if you know what I mean…
Swoosh swoosh swoosh.
I was behind her for too long. There wasn’t enough room to get around her. I was trapped and all was quiet except her swooshing corduroys. Poor legs are probably all dry inside her thighs from the rubbing and the cold, dry weather.
I hope the swooshing wasn’t as painful for her as it was for me.