Swaggering into sunset and dust
When driving home from work yesterday, I noticed a guy swaggering on the side of the road. He was dressed in all black, with black sunglasses, a black cap, and black cloth bands that covered both forearms and left his elbows exposed - like he had injuries and needed compression wear. Dude loved black.
He swaggered like a champion. I'm sure I saw a tiny tight grin, like he'd just pulled off a small heist and decided that swaggering was the most appropriate way to leave the scene in style. His arms swung loose and wide, like those guys who work out a lot at the gym and seem to have rockmelons stuck under their armpits.
Another guy called out to black swagger, who turned and shouted back. This other guy was dressed in blue jeans and a bright orange hi-vis vest. He swaggered too. I think he was stuffing even bigger rockmelons. Maybe they were watermelons?
As I drove past, it looked like black swagger and orange swagger were having a swagger competition. They were both smiling though, so I figured it was a friendly kind of competition. Then they were in my rear-view, swaggering into the sunset and dust.
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