I was bombing along the back lane of the company parking lot, which runs like slot behind the building when I looked up and saw this guy crouched down in the roadway fiddling with his shoe.
As I slowed down to a more moderate pace (after all, the posted limit is just 15mph) I waited for him to straighten up and move out of the way. And I slowed up some more, and waited. And waited. Finally, he finished and walked out of the way. He was a nice looking, even drop dead gorgeous black guy with a nice head of beautifully arranged braids.
I guess it was his gorgeousity that made him think he could get away with wearing pajama pants to work, in a lively pattern of great big cartooney yellow stars, moons, and Saturn-like planets on a purple background. They tapered at the ankle, which is already a mortal sin according to What Not To Wear. The color scheme was just… pure bonus.
They made me burst out laughing; otherwise he appeared to be a person of some couth. However, the wacky space pants were a clue that he was not so cool as he thought he was. Luckily for the two people who read this blog, there are no photos.