A while ago I was sitting having a coffee in a Coffee House in the Arcade, Maidstone.
Two young ladies came in, ordered and sat down. They ordered food which was delivered to their table, arriving as it does these days, in a paper bag, on a plate with an accompanying knife.
I wasn't consciously watching but one of the women caught my eye because she never removed the food from the paper bag, she ate it with most of her face inside, taking bites then covering her mouth so as to disguise she was chewing. I wondered whether she was exhibiting signs of eating shame, something which appears to be growing in the under 30s along with body dismorphia and eating disorders.
Social media has a lot to answer for (and yes, I am aware these issues were around before social media existed, but not to the extent or age range it seems to infect these days).
Anyway, I finished my coffee and used their restroom before I wandered off.
Low and behold a pair of clearly worn but discarded, lacy knickers sat where they had been thrown.
Unisex loos; interesting for both sexes (and all those in between) to fall over.
I washed my hands thinking, did she change her underwear or choose to go commando?
It might not have been a woman.....my mind wandered as I dried my hands.
Mm, food for thought as I left and wandered off to Boots.