I'd had my driver's license a few months, and was working nights after school at a warehouse in my sophomore year. On breaks, I'd usually walk across the street to a convenience store for a snack and soda. A girl that had graduated a few years before worked there p/t some nights. An amazon.....a couple of inches taller than me not counting the big hair, and likely 100 lbs heavier, as I was a reed-like skinny and she was .....how do you say .....queenly. Big girl, but her weight was distributed well, maintaining curves, mostly because of a huge butt and massive hooters. She wore a lot of makeup, especially eye liner and bright red lipstick. Kind of like a taller and bigger and younger Kirstie Alley in Cheers. The only things bigger than that butt was her personality and knowledge of music, so we'd chatted a few times when she mentioned how most everyone had hated David Crosby's old solo album, but that you had to be stoned to really appreciate it.
I ended up really liking that album.
