It was a really short drive, too.

It was a strange drive into work today.  I'd gone less than two blocks when the guy with the foam hat rode past.  He was riding a bicycle that was just a little too small for him.  The hat was oversized and generally Stetson-shaped.  Even though it was large, I doubt it offered the protection a decent helmet would.  Hanging at this fellow's side was a cardboard cut-out of an electric guitar.  It looked to be a Gibson Flying V and the detail seemed fairly accurate except for the duct tape guitar strap.  The guitar bounced off his knee, swaying to the rhythm of his pedaling.  I had a good idea where this guy was headed.  His shirt confirmed my assumptions, Minnesota State Fair Staff, it read.  Once he passed through those gates his ensemble would blend in perfectly.

Later in my drive I saw a guy waiting for the bus.  Actually, I saw many people waiting for the bus, but this fellow stood out.  He appeared to be wearing pajamas - something with a loud print.  The pajamas were tight, almost like a body suit.  Thankfully, he'd also donned a pair of shorts, again with a loud print and colors that clashed with the pajamas.  It was a rather cool morning, which is probably why he'd added the robe.  This too, had yet a different, busy print.  He left it open and it fluttered behind him like a cape.  To top off (literally) the outfit, he wore an old-style aviator hat and goggles.  I couldn't help but stare at him as I drove by.  He looked back defiantly.  If he was trying to convince me that he was a superhero it didn't work.  Everyone knows superheroes don't take the bus.