Waiting in line at the bank the guy in front of me wears tight yellow leggings beneath which I can see the outline of his baggy jockey shorts.
He wears a frilly yellow see-through blouse. A floppy old felt hat with a pink flower stuck in the hat band completes his outfit.
He smiles a semi-toothy grin. His face is made up perfectly for a day on the town: mascara, lipstick, rouge, and blue eye shadow.
His dirty sneakers with a gnarled toe nail sticking out the front where the shoes are torn give it away.
He thoughtfully withdraws out a single $20 bill, shoulders his purse and heads over to the Coffee Bazaar to make up his mind.
(First published 6/19/11)
