Strange Connection

I was on my way to work this morning, and it's already a hot one, so as I was climbing Mason Street and reached the apex, right in front of the Fairmont Hotel, there were these two heavy set women staring at me. It felt like they were critiquing me for some reason, so I gave them a hard look, like, what did I do? And then they both smiled, and one of em asked, "Will you take a photograph of us with the bay in the background? You look tired but we thought you might be nice." I was cutting it close as far as work goes, but it's Friday, and I could always stay late if need be, so I put my espresso down and said, sure, what the hell. But instead of just snapping a quick shot these two ladies started posing like starlets (head up chin out, arms through the hair) and then jokingly started fondling each other and being silly, which must of looked ridiculous to all the passing traffic. At first I was like, hurry the fuck up, I need to get to work, but then one of them explained that they had recently gone on the Jenny Craig diet, and wanted to send these shots to their families, to show them what their new bodies looked like in a kind of "How do you like me now?" way. I had a similar experience with a deranged woman at an old job a few years ago, in a parking lot in Rancho Cordova, so the deja vu factor, with two lesbians this time, was startling.

Anyway, at the end of our impromptu photo shoot, after I had fired off a whole roll on their portable plastic camera, they thanked me for the time and sent me on my way with a five spot, for the trouble, which I initially refused to take, but then the talkative one elbowed me in the ribs in what was supposed to be a friendly way (but turned out to really hurt) and said, "Go get a blueberry crumb cake on us," which just blew me away, because that's what I was on my way to doing anyway, with or without their tip.

How did they know? Who were these pear-shaped hussies anyway, and why do they always stop me?

Inquiring minds want to know.