The Punisher

There’s a guy I see every single morning as I wait for the bus to whisk me off to work. He’s an interesting sort of fellow. Imagine a not so famous Arnold, who didn’t lift quite as many weights. Okay, got it? Then add a child molester mustache and you’ve got him. He wears essentially the same outfit everyday – A t-shirt, tucked into tight jeans, and black, steal toed boots. He also is always carrying a medium sized gym bag. Now the guy, by himself, is pretty entertaining because he walks around like a machine, never changing his ways. But it’s his choice in shirts that gets me. The first time I saw him he was wearing a Punisher shirt, which was fitting, because he very well could be an extreme comic book nerd – not that there’s anything wrong with that, just using the stereotype because it fits. A few days later he’s wearing an American Indian Support Group shirt, which was kind of weird, but okay, it’s just that. Then, yesterday morning, I see him again. This time, and keep in mind this guy looks like he’s atleast mid-forties, he’s wear a shirt with the following slogan: Must be this tall to ride. Um, and there’s a line about chest high on the shirt. I almost peed myself. It was all I could do not to burst into laughter. It kind of loses something in the retelling, or rather, without seeing this guy, but Christ was that some good shit.

Hopefully next time he’ll have a shirt telling everyone he’s giving free mammograms or something.