Two men sit on a bench by the side of the road, waiting for a bus perhaps. The man on the left is somewhat bedraggled, a messy mop of salt and pepper hair atop a tweed jacket, somewhat worse for wear. His small, round glasses perch on the edge of his nose, ready to pounce off at any moment. He’s a professor, perhaps. Or at least the type. The man on the right looks far more professional, a black fedora perched over a classy black and white suit, accented with a light blue pocket square. This man is also fully bald, alopecic even, with bright eyes the color of freshly-mown grass, and bright white teeth so orderly they could be piano keys. He’s probably a businessman, though it’s hard to judge.
September 12 - Unusual
September 12 - Unusual
September 12 - Unusual
Two men sit on a bench by the side of the road, waiting for a bus perhaps. The man on the left is somewhat bedraggled, a messy mop of salt and pepper hair atop a tweed jacket, somewhat worse for wear. His small, round glasses perch on the edge of his nose, ready to pounce off at any moment. He’s a professor, perhaps. Or at least the type. The man on the right looks far more professional, a black fedora perched over a classy black and white suit, accented with a light blue pocket square. This man is also fully bald, alopecic even, with bright eyes the color of freshly-mown grass, and bright white teeth so orderly they could be piano keys. He’s probably a businessman, though it’s hard to judge.