Coming up to Castro & Market, I noticed half a dozen middle-aged men, most in wonderful shape, some with jackets draped over their chairs and some with jeans in puddles around their feet. Wearing nothing but hats. ... And a few tattoos, possibly as punctuation, but it's not like they cover anything.
I perked up and went over; said, "Gentlemen, I _love_ your outfits!"
A circle of shit-eating grins glowed back at me. The cutest-and-he-knew-it said, "Thanks; we worked real hard on 'em!"
Had it been an enclosed space (like a bar), I'd have had a comeback, but aware as I was of the very mixed crowd, I just gave a little laugh and passed on --with a big grin.
I love this town.
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that doesn't happen often in New England! -- Phoebe
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