3 cute girls, no 2, no 3 ... ( a GM )

One of the lousy things about the economic downturn is that those of us who have retained our jobs are under pressure to magically make up for the lost revenues by creating more sales with fewer resources and more obligations ( including those formerly assigned to co-workers who were laid off.)

And one of the tolls of stress is impaired memory. Not only can I barely keep track of all my duties; I can hardly remember the sweeties who walk into my workplace.

But in the recent past there were a few.

One day had a couple of memorable GoMs. On my way to work a family was bolting across the crosswalk before the light changed. ( I knew I wouldn't make it, so I was waiting for the next turn.) A couple of blonde sisters ( 8 and 5 ) looked up just in time to avoid crashing into me. The older one had a yellow T-shirt which was opaque and yet sheer enough that I could make out her upper torso structure underneath.

Later the same day a pair of sisters was getting off an elevator I was getting into. They were dusky beauties of indeterminate ethnicity ( maybe hispanic or thai, or some combo thereof ) with brown eyes and black hair. The eldest ( approx 10 ) had full lips and a cute snub nose. As soon as I was alone in the elevator I succumbed to a long sigh of delight.

But my GM was more recent. A red-haired mother comes in with three blonde daughters. The little one ( maybe 6 ) has a yellow sun dress baring her shoulders and upper chest. She had neck-length bobbed hair.
The other two are wearing identical white dresses with faux pearl chokers and long wavy blonde hair. They also have full lips and broad noses ( like younger versions of Sophie Stuckey from The Dark.) They appear to be 11.
And although one is slightly taller, I ask, "Are they twins?"
Mom, "Yes."
Dante, "Identical?"
Mom, "Yes."
Dante, "I am too."
Mom; gets girls attention, "He's a twin too."
After explaining that my brother and I haven't been mistaken for each other since High School, I ask, "Who is older?"
Slightly smaller twin says, "Me."
Dante, "By how many minutes?"
Mom whispers in girls ear, who replies, "47 minutes."
Dante, "I'm 9 minutes older. I was an only child for 9 minutes."
I then mention that since there are no other kids that "Dante and his twin are an only child."
I say that being a twin is fun.
Mom says on behalf of the girls, "Its pretty fun, isn't it?"

Perhaps in retrospect I should have given their kid sis some attention too. C'est la vie.

But twins really come out of their shell ( at ALL ages ) when they realize that you have insights on what its like to be a member of their secret fraternity.

( Awaits a meeting with the Oreo Triplets :)

Dante