A very distinguished looking grandfather in a cashmere sport coat, slacks and dress shoes with his grandson in a stroller at the playground (on a Tuesday no less.)
A very undistinguished looking old fart in a plaid fishermen's cap with his windows rolled down and J. Phillip Sousa music absolutely blaring out his car stereo.
A suspiciously hip looking granny type waiting for the bus. She had on those skinny tapered black jeans which looked surprisingly fetching on her tiny little frame, black granny flats (you know, the kind with a slightly pointed and yet still a little rounded toe from the eighties) and a faded plaid shirt with the collar turned up and the sleeves rolled to her elbows. Her hair was a giant pouf of curls, but she had recently resigned herself to her silver haired fate. The ends were still pitch black, but almost grown out. I guess she was about 65, but she seemed a lot younger in spirit.
A very fat woman in a cropped white t-shirt and pink velour gym pants with her belly positively lolling out. Why choose a sporty look if you are clearly not the sporty type?
Either a very brave, or quite foolhardy woman j-walking across a busy four lane street with an infant in a stroller.
A gentleman riding his bicycle (perhaps home from work?) in the dark wearing a backpack equipped with two large stereo speakers which were blasting mariachi music into the night.
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