yelling out the window

I can't help myself,

but when I see two young women,

in the prime of their

precious life

walking

into the bridal shop

with their mother, I can't help

but 

roll down the window

and yell out, don't do it. stop.

don't.

please, just think about this.

they look at me like i'm a crazy

old man,

which is pretty much true.

they don't laugh, but hold their

swatches

of

lime green and peach colored

fabric

in their hands

and run on into the store.