I posted once before about the characters I encounter in the elevator at work.
Add this guy to that mix.
I prepared to go downstairs this evening and, when the elevator doors opened, I found that it was already occupied. A young man--probably my age or a little younger-- was standing in the far corner, leaning one shoulder against the elevator wall. He was wearing sunglasses (!!!), very droopy, frayed jeans, and a very loose white tank top that showed off his myriad tattoos. As I walked in, I noticed that he was listening to his iPod and that it was turned way up. He was also singing along under his breath.
It took me a few seconds to hear exactly what he was listening to, and a few seconds more for it to fully register.
This wasn't quite what I was expecting.