Only in America

Seinfeld's Bizzarro World has nothing on this place.

I go home to see the pets each work day and to have lunch.  I want to paint a picture for you:

A middle aged cracker transplant from the South who suffers from a Peter Pan complex rides his Victory Vision motorcycle (built in the Upper Midwest) through a public housing project.  He is on his way back to his office gig downtown after enjoying a home cooked lunch and watering his outdoor plants using his second hand hose and watering cans.  The buildings within the ghetto project are actually newer than the house that the cracker pays to live in with his bird dog and derelict bastard cat.  An ethnic yute youthful man walks by while the cracker idles his motorcycle at a red light.  The cracker surmises that either the yute youthful man is unemployed or he works in a setting that is extremely lax about a dress code as the ethnic yute youthful  man has shorts worn extremely low to the point that the yute’s youthful man’s patterned briefs can be viewed and critiqued by the passing public.  At the same time, another ethnic yute youthful man appears and is working a leaf blower.  He is fully clad, no undergarments displayed, and wearing long sleeves and a hat to protect his skin from the mid day sun.  The cracker surmises that he may be a recent immigrant to this country from somewhere further south than the cracker’s origin.  OR, the ethnic yute youthful man might be an undocumented immigrant who, via a native lawn care contractor, has landed a gig down town working within the public housing authority by using documents containing-slightly-less-than-truthful information.  An automatic sprinkler system activates and sprinkler heads appear and shower the curbside plants with water.