Cherry Vodka

At the CVS store, at 11 a.m., I found myself stuck in line behind a woman. She was dressed in workout clothes, with blonde highlights overlaying her dark brown hair. I figured her for a West County mom running errands while the children were in school. As I waited, the credit card reader declined her card. That's when I noticed what she wanted to buy: A large bottle of Cherry Vodka. After a few more failed attempts to pay with credit, she dug enough cash out of her purse to buy a smaller bottle of Cherry Vodka. As I left the store, I saw her in the parking lot. I watched as she hopped on a bicycle, CVS bag in hand, and began pedaling in the right lane of busy Olive Blvd. Without a helmet, I noted. Would I have judged her so harshly if she had been a man? I don't know. Would I have even remembered her? Probably not.