He is tall.
For this story to really come together you have to see it- he is tall and super skinny.
He always wears super skinny jeans that cut off at his ankles and he wears tight shirts
so that
you will
see he is, you know it, super skinny.
One day he got on the train and he was wearing super skinny light colored jeans that
were just touched with a shade of pink
and he was wearing a very nice pink shirt
and as he walked by me,
and my eyes worked way up to his head,
I saw that where his hair is not quite
shaved completely off
was dyed pink.
Did I mention he had one of those little top knots?
That was dyed pink too.
Now.
His hair wasn’t just any shade of pink- it wasn’t shell pink, or blush or whatever other
names they give to light shades of pink.
It was flaming hot pink.
Pink is my favorite color, so you know I was into it.
But as he walked by me the thought popped into my head- and you need to know
I said to myself as
the image barged it’s way into my brain
Go away silly juvenile thought! Be Gone!
But it was no good.
The thought took root and bloomed.
The Super Skinny Tall Guy
looked like a super skinny walking condom.
A pink one.
I was intrigued.
It’s not like you wouldn’t notice him- you were bound to have some kind
of reaction
and nothing is going to get someone’s attention like a condom running to catch the
train, right?
I wondered, if he died his hair blue or light green or purple and he wore clothes to
match his hair,
would he still look like a
tall super skinny condom?
I’m hoping that when I see him again his hair is a different color, because in a world
where the surprises that pop up from day to day can be horrific,
I am
curious and ready for this one in a good way.
Ha.. What a fun perambulation through your quirky thoughts.
To bad I can’t sell tickets!
That’s cuz we get to see for free on your blog.
So true.