Marjorie had always thought that the heroines in the Indiana Jones films had gotten short shrift from Stephen Spielberg. She figured that she might be able to get a discussion going about this at the party if she wore the Archaeologist costume.
So she bought it, including the optional bullwhip and S&W Triple Lock.
After arriving home, she decided to try on the outfit "for size." Just to see how good or bad she looked in it before going to a party with a mixed bag of friends, acquaintances, and total strangers.
Stripping down to her bra and panties, she put on the costume, carefully hanging the bullwhip on one side and the holster with the S&W on the other.
Placing the hat on her head at a jaunty angle, she walked over to her full length mirror to assess the effect.
"Pretty good, kid." she said.
"I was always interested in archaeology at University," Marjorie remembers, "before I decided that the real money was in banking."
She sighed.
"If only all archaeologists had as much excitement as their fictional counterparts."
"Look at Agatha Christie, her second husband was an archaeologist."
"She met him in Mesopotamia . . ." Marjorie's mind began wandering through history.
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