This just in—while walking around the mall trying to find a good place to eat lunch, I came across a somewhat amusing sight. The guy was close to 40 if he was a day. He was dressed in tight brown cords, non-descript shoes, and sunglasses pushed up on his hair. Ordinarily, the glasses-on-the-head would have irked my hidden fashionista, if only my eyes didn’t get to focus first on the shirt. The guy was wearing a tight, white muscle shirt with the word SLEAZY (yes, sadly, all caps) printed across the chest.
It was so apt. I was smiling all the way to lunch.