It's a nice, sunny day, perfect for a cold beer on the porch. Which is why I'm standing in line at a corner market with a six-pack. I'm waiting patiently, along with a couple of other people behind me.
The guy at the counter, however, is having logistical problems. With his left hand, he's holding up his pants (the waist of which is below his Tommy Hilfigered buttocks) ... More here.