One of those days

I just saw something which was just truly very special.

I was walking back from the barbers a minute ago when I saw a very distinct car heading passed me. It was a baby pink Ford Ka... with racing stripes! Ok, whatever, I'm not gonna judge.

But what made this car even better was the clearly pissed off middle-aged male driver of this vehicle. But I'm not gonna make jokes about it being his because it was obviously not... mainly because of how he was dressed.

He had obviously realised that he was gonna have to drive the sugar-plum fairy's car today so he made an extra effort to make himself more masculine. In a hope to, I don't know... repel the pre-pubescent estrogen.

So his driving attire became a hard-hat, fluorescent jacket, aviators and a cigarette between his teeth. Now to him, he probably thought he looked tough, brutish and manly. But when you're driving a car that looked like it was found in Hello Kitty's litter tray, you just look like washed up member of the Village People.