This week I am cat-sitting. My whirlwind traveler friend Bettie is on yet another vacation. This is her third in the last few months and there is one more before the summer is over. While I harass her about this, I am glad that she is getting to see the world. She spent her younger years raising a family and had neither the time nor the money to travel. These are her fun years.
I traveled a lot when I was young so now I am more of a homebody. That works out to be a good cat-sitter. She lives not far from me in a small cluster of fairly new townhouses that are surrounded by fields, office buildings and apartment complexes.
When she gets back, I will have to ask her if there is any unusual housing nearby — like a half-way home or a shelter of some sort. Every time I go to check on the cat, I see some really unusual people.
This morning was no different. There was an older middle-aged woman with platinum pink hair and spandex-type shorts with a halter top. Pink hair is in vogue so it doesn’t really sound as bad as it looked. Her hair was very straw-like and her body was not conducive to spandex if you know what I mean. She had a hooker look to her but it was 8:30 in the morning on a road with no traffic. That was the first one.
Then there was an older man, late sixties or older, walking along the highway. This is not a residential area. He had shorts on without a top. If he was a 30-ish hottie, that would be a welcomed vision on my morning drive. However, he had droopy man-boobs. Man-boobs are bad enough by themselves but when the nipples point to the ground, they need to be covered or better still, surgically fixed. He topped off his outfit with black socks and dress shoes. He looked like the kind of guy who would keep them on during amorous moments assuming he still had those.
Both of these were older folks but on some trips over there later in the day, I have seen teenage boys with the oversized pants strapped around their thighs. They have a hard time walking but they feel cool and that’s what really counts. Of course, there is the female counterpart — skimpy top with a six-pack hanging out and short jean shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Usually the girl is not thin. In fact, my observation is that the boys seem to be really thin (ergo, the dropping pants) and the girls tend to be ummm….chubby? Fluffy? Something like that!
None of these folks are threatening or dangerous looking. They just stick out in this area.
I am thinking of writing to my local representatives to create a man-boob ban. It really should be against the law to bare them to the world. No one except a spouse and emergency personnel should have to look at them. I do realize we all have some parts that are best covered but I keep mine covered with instructions that no one except the undertaker is allowed to see them.
The pink hair is ok and the droopy pants are not my problem even if the inevitable happens and they fall to the ground exposing…stuff. Probably no big thing!
I have my Starbucks and catnip for the kitty so I just watch the show.
Photo credits: Top one by Corbeau du Nord via Flickr and the second by Labatihem via Flickr