I was driving through a parking lot with my family this weekend and pulled near to a restaurant. Suddenly, like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to a band of white around a man’s waist. He was probably about 60, wearing a plain gray t-shirt, which was completely tucked into his bright, white underwear…which was pulled up over his belt loop by several inches.
My brain became jammed, oh the jokes and thoughts. This is probably a guy who complained about black youths “moping” just a decade ago. I wondered what got him to this lowly state, then I realized just as quickly his wife was walking with him. That means this behavior has been going on for years, if not decades, and she has either suffered it or let it happen. I wasn’t sure whether to call some authority figures or blame her to allowing this man to walk around in public like this. I called out to my wife to look and she began laughing. It was all fun and games until I realized I FORGOT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM!!!
I yelled, “Hope! Take his picture!” She said, “Gracie has my phone watching Elmo.” DAMN YOU ELMO! I fumbled to dig out the phone, but alas, he was between two cars and out of sight. I blew it. Shame and regret washed over me and the moment was gone. I think a little piece of me died this weekend.