then you notice that thing in his lap. what is that? is it a pashmina of some sort? a decorative scarf? perhaps a hawaiian shirt? did he have a party to go to? or was he coming from a party? is casual friday enforced with an iron fist at his company? and is he too embarassed to wear the shirt all day but just HAS to throw one on when the boss walks by? "bro! where's your hawaiian shirt? didn't you get the memo?! you disappoint me." he learned his lesson. and now he always carries a spare...just in case.
then there's this guy. nothing beats a wife beater and suspenders. NOTHING.
it must have been hot that day. it was september 18th. we had a long summer this year. i miss it already. he was opening his mail. i love his mustache. THAT is a mustache; not these stupid ironic overly enthusiastic but cynical hipster versions i have to contend with any time i go below 14th street. which....is every day. so i guess i have to learn to cope. he strikes me as german. have no idea why. he's like the stocky german grandpapa i never had.
and then we have this guy.
he was out of sorts. this was at 8 am on a monday. i wonder if he even knew where he was going. i think this is what hipsters try to emulate. but they can't bring the crazy. they're all too trimmed or...you know....SANE. i can't believe i used to go to work this early. what was i thinking? i hope this guy figured his life out. i hope we all figure out lives out.
