The Incongruous Blond Woman at 6PM

Several times a week, right around 6PM, a blonde woman walks down my street in front of my front balcony, dressed in what I can only describe as her best clubbing clothes. Black blouses with sheer arms, off the shoulder dresses with big, sparkling clasps.

Her hair is done, perfect makeup, and high heel shoes. She's either a daytime escort or a bartender. Or maybe someone who has made the transition from undergrad student to office employee who doesn't have an office wardrobe yet.

If my balcony was on the first floor I might talk to her to try to find out. For now, though, it is fun to conjecture about her based on these few clues.