Tidbits of Day 3

On the street today I saw a pink stretch limousine called “Pink Lady”
I saw another hot pink taxi
I saw a man and a woman both wearing pink. An actual pink couple! She was all in pink and he was in jeans and a pink sweater. See, metrosexual men aren’t afraid of pink!
A man said “wiggle, wiggle,” then whistled as I passed by. I tried really hard to pretend I didn’t know what that meant since it was obviously a British phrase. But even me, who is known to be rather naïve, can figure that one out.
A man dropped a pen on the street next to me and I helped him pick it up. He said, “thank you, that is very kind.”
A man on the tube had a giant tattoo that covered his left arm, a mark on his other arm that looked like it was carved by a knife and a very deep scar near his wrist that went from his wrist to his elbow. It looked like it must’ve been very, very painful. Still, he was dressed impeccably. He had on a red t-shirt, designer jeans, clean shoes and a gorgeous tan cable knit sweater. Only in Europe can a man look like he runs with the thugs yet still be as fashionable as a catalog model.