The Man on Taylor Street
I often find humor at the most inopportune moments.
Down the downtown sidewalk meandered someone whom I would refer to as a "Gaston-like" character.
Facial hair neglected,
he showcased a large chest tattoo that I just couldn't adjust to focus
yet begged to be noticed as his neatly cuffed shirt was left completely unbuttoned
and ensembled with a pair of distressed Levi's and steel toed work boots.
Cigarette in hand, he exhaled an arrogance with stench of a combination of
his appearance and my quickness to stereotype.
I disguised my laugh with a cough as best I could until it escaped me
as I strolled by all the while contemplating whether it was a valid opportunity to find humor,
which was seemingly unaccompanied amidst the somnolent bustle.
My amusement, party of one...
I'll take a seat somewhere between completely random
and at times slightly inappropriate please.