Stylish Thoughts

Things are slow at the dump during the "dog days" of summer.    We try and get our work done early before the sun is high and hot.  Or late in the day when the sun has gone behind the Compost mountain on the west side.
 
During mid day we sit in the office, sipping Gin and Tonics, discussing the issues of the day.
"I think Martha got screwed," said Lardass.  He was of course referring to the 5-month prison sentence.  "She didn't do anything worse than any other invester who got a tip.  She got nailed because she is a successful woman.  Feds don't like that."
 
"You don't get it,"  said George, in that condescending know-it-all tone that he likes to use with Lardass, "She lied.  That's what the Feds don't like.  It's called 'Making false statements'.  She got caught in a lie.  Now she's going to pay the piper.  Personally, I think she should have gotton a heavier sentence."
 
I was thumbing through an old issue of Martha Stewart Living that I had fished out of a dumpster,  musing as to whether I should add some color to the office.  Maybe some chinz curtains.  Cobalt Blue counter tops.  A splash of lime and .... hey! What the heck am I doing anyway.  I tossed the magazine into the trash can before anyone noticed the dreamy look on my face.   I got an old Men's Health out of the drawer, and perused the dick enlargement ads. 
 
George was still complaining about the light sentence that they gave to Martha.  He was put off by her defiant  "I'll be back" speech on the courthouse steps.  He wanted her to be humiliated and to feel repentent.  The Bitch. 
  
"What about The Governator, Arnold calling the Dems Girlie-men?"  said Lardass, "wasn't that offensive?" 
"Good point, LA, " I joined in.  "What's wrong with a man who has a sense of style, maybe a bit of elan?   You can't dismiss every sensitive guy as a fruit."
 
George just glared at us shaking his head like we didn't understand. 
 
I couldn't help noticing that his outfit - A faded maroon tee shirt and gray-fat guy shorts - was outdated and drab.  His decrepit deck shoes had been new in 1969.
Also,  he could use a manicure and some exfoliation.