The Man in the Blue Parachute Pants

He was on the train this morning. I didn’t see him until he got up for his stop and Union Station. He was wearing a tight fitting navy blue workout shirt and overly baggy blue camoflage cargo pants. When he got up from his seat, he stood by the door and assumed a defiant pose. He was wearing large black sunglasses with rhinestones inset on the sides. He wore an expressions that said that somewhere, deep inside, he understood the ridiculousness of his appearance, and that he dared anyone to think less of him for it.