Airline Highway, noon:
Aileen Wuornos doppleganger: bleached denim, bleachedier hair and dazzling white hightops leading her john (30 something black male still in a fluorescent orange highway construction vest) to her room.
Goodwill, 1:00 pm:
A pair of unopened Dior earmuffs.
(Unrelatedly, why are the wigs always behind the counter with a copy of Whitney Houston's second to newest cd, a rhinestone tiara and a pristine box of Iman relaxer, in "cherrywood"? I suppose the cashiers know what shoplifters want.)
Red White and Blue, 1:45, Salvation Army, 2:00 pm
Husband and wife from "La Iglesia de la Profecia de Dios de los Profetas" (I paraphrase). Him: ordinary Hispanic man, 30. Her: petite, pretty 25 or so year old hispanic woman, dressed in a long navy Amish-esque gown, to her feet, with a ruffle....a crocheted doily perched atop her long wavy hair.
Carrollton Ave, 2:30 pm:
A young man in rolled jeans crossing traffic to get to the Camellia Grill, carrying an open Tupperware container of water with a 10 inch long alligator struggling to free itself.
My street, 5:00 pm:
Black girl riding bike in baby blue prom dress and 1950s crinoline...second time this week.
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