He was a shoe shine guy. He was old. He wore a baseball cap with “No Ugly Chicks” embroidered on the front, and below the brim was his bulbous nose, red and black veins crisscrossing the ample terrain.
His squinting eyes like tiny black olives with a pinpoint of gray in the center looked satisfied–no chin, no teeth, and Dumbo ears completed the picture.
“No Ugly Chicks,” I said and raised my eyes to his cap. He smiled his toothless grin and said, “Right.”