A weekend trip to San Jose, Costa Rica offered my beach-town friends and I a rare opportunity to get fancy and go out for Indian food. And by "fancy", I mean that since San Jose's climate is so much cooler than Huacas, we could take showers and NOT be immediately drenched in sweat from the humidity -- making it possible for makeup and long sleeves and pants. Fancy!
I had been living out of a backpack for several months and didn't really have anything I wanted to wear "out". My roommate Nicole came to the rescue and lent me a few things. It felt so nice to get dressed up! I was quite happy with the result. I might have even held my head high and strutted a bit. I must have projected my inner monologue onto one of our male friends who had been patiently waiting for all of us to get ready. I was almost certain that I heard him say to me:
"Wow, you look SO good."
I responded with a surprised, "thanks!"
He looked totally confused, so I rewound the scenario in my head. He wasn't looking at me. He had a candy bar in his hand. His mouth was full. I recalled my sense memory of his voice and replayed it. I was horrified. Here's what he really said: