Man on the street

I walked onto the street for a smoke the other day, wearing my leather. At the corner, about fifty yards away approaches a large man. Tall, with a significant belly accented by a tight fitting T-shirt that ends just under his navel. It's a chilly, sunny day and this guy has on a tight 'T' that is three sizes too small, a pair of gym shorts, socks and sandals and a long, tan trenchcoat open and flapping behind him as if it were his favorite bathrobe. He's smoking and as he walks his arms wave not unlike a lady at a party. He's headed my way so I step near the curb so as to permit a wide berth so he can hopefully pass without incident.

I mentioned that I was wearing my leather...Now, my leather is not anything extra special, it does the job for me and I do love to wear it but it's just a cheap, mall bought coat. I've had the thing for years and it shows thus it has character I suppose. I wasn't the only one aware of this. Mr. Belly Shirt and Gym Shorts was compelled to stop.

"Excuse me ssSir?"

He said in a lisp that reminded me of several other heavy set, effeminate men I have known over the years. I turn around shaking my head as I instantly assumed he wanted a cigarette.

"Can I take a picture of your jacket?"

I this stunned me a moment, then I repeated the question as if I were trying to translate the question.

"You want to take a picture. Of my jacket." I said dumbly.

"Yesss, because I like the style of it, it's styling!" He waved his hand in front of his own lapel to apparently indicate what 'styling' is.

I pondered a moment, 'What possibly could be the harm in letting a strange person wearing a 3-sizes-too-small-T-shirt-and-gym-shorts on a cold day in March take a picture of me on the street?' I decided that there is no immeadiate threat and said, "Uh, ok?" He produced a small, digital camera from thin air and snapped a quick picture of me looking more than a little confused. He said, "Thanksss!" and sauntered on down the street.

Somewhere that fat man with small clothes is enjoying my 'styling.'