Thursday, April 29, 2010

You Almost got a Pass

I was out at lunch today and the overwhelming urge to be a private eye came over me. Or at least be able to take decent photos of people, when they have no clue that you are taking them.

So there I am enjoying a brief sun break when this guy starts getting out of the car, ass first. At first I thought it was a chick. I mean the butt that was coming toward me was a sweat suit, a velour covered one. I mean what would you think? I mean a velour sweat suit!? What guy would wear that? Well I am sure you can guess, that this was not a girl, woman - whatever this person was, it was not of the female gender.

It was dude sporting a velour track suit!

And then he pulled out a pair of crutches, and I thought okay you are injured I give you a pass on the fashion faux pas.

Then it was like brakes screeching in my head. Sure this guy would get a pass for wearing sweats, he's injured.

And then I remembered the velour part of the jump suit. Why does he even own this objectionable piece of clothing?

Not only is he a he wearing a velour track suit, he is wearing it like at least 5 years to late. I still would have judged a woman wearing this ensemble.

I would like to shout out to people still sporting this look, do you really think you look cool and put together? You don't you look like you belong in 2002. So just stop and welcome to the new decade!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Am I what Trouble Looks like?

I guess this is the only thing I can really come to believe.

People are always telling me to be careful and safe. I mean always. And people that I barely know. I started a new job a few weeks ago and the first week I was leaving, on Friday. I said good bye see you Monday, as you do, to my co-worker. Her response to my, "Have a great weekend!" was a "Be safe!"

I mean I am pretty sure I told her my plans for the weekend included church and going to a movie with friends. I mean how much trouble could I get into?

It isn't just this incident, it has been all my life. People are constantly telling me to be careful and safe (and not just my parents).

What is it about me that make people concerned with my well being? I don't feel like I am living on the edge (I know I'm not). I don't do super crazy things (well not crazy to me at least).

What is it about me that screams DANGER!
TROUBLE follows this one?

Or am I totally misinterpreting this?