Until further notice, know ye that the the best legs in the Great State of Utah belong to the hostess at the Pioneer Park Iggy's.As she stepped out from behind her little podium thing to lead us to our table, my breath was literally taken away. I remained distracted and spellbound for the remainder of our stay. Except for her calves, everything about that lunch is a blur, so I may have excused myself 3 or 4 times to "go to the restroom" or "take an important call" or ask the cooks whether the lettuce was locally-farmed or whatever, as a lame pretext to just get another glance of her, but I can't remember.
It's really a shame that I, The Pathetic Stalker, was only able to memorialize their splendor with a blurry shot captured in poor lighting while we were both moving, because they could command armies, drive economies and power the world's grid. Or at least have their own reality show.
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