Lucy held this pose for so long that I had time to go get my camera.
Lucy would make a very good model in one of those figure-drawing classes.
As I stared at her in all her stillness, I had time to contemplate
the still-broken door in the background.
Then I got to staring at the unbroken doors on the other stalls.
The lightbulb went off. The door slid off the rail because the rail itself slid south.
Now all I need to fix it is:
1) a very tall person with a sledge hammer to stand on a ladder
2) a person to hold the ladder
3) an observer to tell the tall person when to stop hammering.
Piece of cake.
Lucy: Excuse me. I'm still holding this pose for you. Are we done yet?
Is it me or does it look like George has a hipster mustache on his ears?
Lucy: I'm going to pretend I don't know her.