See The Sights, They Said.

I was sitting in a taxi earlier this evening, and as we idled under an overpass, I saw this man...

He was wearing a purple knee length skirt, and he was leaning with one hand on the overpass support, back to traffic, head down. INTENT on his business, which was scratching the living hell out of his ass and private man goodies.

He must have had fleas or something, because I've never seen anyone so lost in scratching. He kept hiking up his skirt at the back, and eventually my lucky taxi driver and I got a fetching view of his bright red undies.

What a world, eh?