As we drove past the entrance, a woman walked out. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a black motorcycle helmet with the visor down. She didn't walk out of the grocery and put the helmet on; she was wearing it inside the store. And it wasn't a little helmet, either. This woman was not very tall and she had a thin neck, so the helmet gave her roughly the proportions of a bobble-head.
The next thing I noticed was the roll of fat hanging out over the top of her shorts. She wasn't that large, and had her stomach been covered, there wouldn't have been anything to notice (well, except for the helmet). But no. Her stomach was left free and open to the eyes of the world by her polo shirt which had been most inexpertly cropped away just above her navel.
Then, I tried not to watch as she tried to figure out how to secure four plastic sacks of groceries on her motor scooter.