An aging, portly Chinese dude in a tracksuit carrying a badminton racket with his comb-over flopping in the breeze.
Our new early morning guard (I live in a "gated community") in the jacket so large that the sleeves completely cover his hands. He always looks like he's wearing his dad's clothes.
A man careening down the street on his bicycle with his girlfriend riding sidesaddle on the bike rack.
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