Seeing Timidia In a New Way

"I go to Burning Man every year," Timidia told us. My husband and I nearly spit out our coffee. She was an accountant, unassuming, dumpy. She wore shirts with plastic pen protectors. Timidia attended Burning Man! What? In those clothes? I asked her. She shook her head, no. "In no clothes at all" I now picture her in a whole new way. Wishing that she weighed a teensy bit less. I go too, her Bohemian husband said. He has hair down to his hoo-hah. No surprise here.