I saw the guy in the Panda suit on the Pike again. He was shilling a tire sale yesterday and waving up a storm. This was quite a change from his listless state when I saw him previously.
Then I noticed something I wish I hadn't noticed: the dirty, furry suit was wide open on the rump side, revealing a very hairy back and blue plaid boxers. No wonder the panda was happier this time - he had air conditioned his polyester prison by leaving his assets on display, boxers proudly fluttering in the breeze.
I considered pulling over at the Catholic church just past the panda. I wanted to light a candle and thank God that, while I've only got $1.78 in my wallet and pay day is a week off, at least I don't have to expose my underwear (and undepilated flesh) to commuters in order to remain happy at work.
Well, at least not this week...