Butch

I SAW YOU: at the 38th/Spruce WaWa, home of the true heroes of the sandwich-making business:

Compact, lightly-muscled white-skinned man, early middle age, shiny bald head, pencil mustache, slim-fit black khakis, work shoes, and uniform shirt.  Your name badge read "BUTCH."

In a uniform, Butch, you are DOING IT RIGHT.

You Are A Bird

Middle-aged white woman walking north on 38th, just south of Spruce: you were wearing an amazing felted-wool sweater-jacket, drapey and somewhat A-line, with charcoal and light grey bird silhouettes, over a royal blue skirt or dress that was a mass of wavy fabric pieces.  The birds flew above the clouds; you had cognac knee-high boots as well.

Congratulations!  You are a bird, and you are DOING IT RIGHT.