Before I start I should say that this picture is NOT of the gentleman I'm going to talk about. Rather he's a pretty accurate representation of what I've seen. For a few of you who don't get my occasional text messages I'm going to fill you in on something that's, quite honestly, one of my favorite parts about living in Wichita. The first time I realized the beauty of the city of air was while I was at the DMV. Shocking... I know. While there I saw a man with a mullet. Not that exciting, I know, but because I'm in Wichita you have to know that I'm not done. Not only did he have a mullet, but he trimmed it down in a pseudo-rat tail that was braided METICULOUSLY. It doesn't stop there, my friends! Under that glorious braided rat tail was a tattoo of a smiley face. That looked like it was done in prison. By a crackhead. I couldn't stop staring and, as I was gazing at his homespun beauty, he turned and looked at me. I'd like to say that I said something witty like, "It was sweet of you to let your 4 year old draw that smiley face for you" or "Your tattoo makes me think that you wanted people to feel better as you walked away from robbing that bank", but in all truth I wussed out and smiled so he wouldn't stab me with the knife that we all know was hidden in his rat tail.
You Win Again Wichita.
