I am stressed, and it's making it hard to write, but I promised. So here are some men I happened to see today.
A young man walking up a busy street looking lost, clutching a large handful of fresh mint.
A man in full Woody from Toy Story costume, Woody expression fixed on his face, wandering around the make-up department of John Lewis.
An old man with crazy curly hair, wearing an enormous hunting overcoat and a rhinestone-covered women's watch, standing on the tube apologising to everyone in a tone that was either profuse and well-mannered or straight-up bald-faced sarcasm, and I spent the entire journey trying to work out which.
A man with a baby strapped to his chest, attempting awkwardly to teach her about basic anatomy. He was thrilled when she seemed to understand him, but at the same time clearly perplexed about why such a thing should make him so happy.
A man sitting on the tube as it came into its final destination and continuing to sit as everyone else left. He was asked to move, and did so slowly and with a sigh, like he'd been expecting this but was nevertheless disappointed that it had happened.
(Also, I am one minute late posting this. I wrote it on Wednesday and haven't gone to bed, which makes it still Wednesday by all sensible laws.)
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