Fashions come and go, but style lasts forever.

I saw a pretty spectacular man at the grocery store. I was just milling around in the freezer section trying to decide if the actual frozen chocolate pie would be anywhere as good as it looked on the box (unlikely) when I heard the click of heels. I glanced aside to where he was grabbing a frozen chicken dinner and ended up blinking at him for a moment.

He was an older gentleman. Imagine Stan Lee with an obvious, dark gray, curly hairpiece. Give him some tinted aviator sunglasses, a ballyhoo silk shirt, gold chain, and white snakeskin cowboy boots with high heels that had made all that clicking. I know it sounds like a cliche but the man had some swagger. There was effort involved and he exuded the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he looked liked and approved. He gave me an acknowledging little nod and strode off like a man on a mission. I gave up on the pie and went to check out and I saw him leave in brand new white Mustang with blue racing stripes.

Wow, I thought. I bet he has a hot date tonight. I bet that frozen dinner wasn't for him. Or if it was, someone equally fancy is coming over to eat it with him. He probably had one for himself and when company called, had to scoot to the store to make it a dinner for two. I bet they're looking sharp and eating chicken and watching Cooper 360 right now.

Sure, he might have just spruced up to run errands, but more power to him. He can look sharp and eat chicken and watch Cooper 360 on his own.