Thursday, September 16, 2010
I stood in line at Chipotle waiting to give my order when I noticed the man I passed on the way in at the drink station sitting with friends. Noticing not really that he was sitting with friends, but that he was squatting in his chair. Yes, squatting. His black sandaled feet were on the chair while black nylon pants covered long legs were folded up against his slim torso with his knees coming up almost to his chin. He wore a charcoal gray long sleeved t-shirt that covered his lanky arms down past his wrists. He smiled at his friends while talking. Coffee colored stubble speckled the lower half of his elongated oval face while matching long layered hair covered the rest of his face.