Fashion in transit

By Jake

Today was fashion day on my bus.

There was the old guy with heavily tattooed arms, including a monkey wrench on his triceps, who was wearing suspenders made to look like tape measures.

There was the elderly lady, with white hair and glasses, mobility and weight issues, wearing a Megadeth T-shirt.

But my favorite was the large man in grungy laborer clothes. He was sweaty and smelly and dirty and wearing a bright yellow, rolled-up headband that Olivia Newton-John would have been proud of.

Sometimes it seems to me that the people on my bus are a testament to life's consequences for questionable decisions about personal appearance.