Now these pictures were taken at 9 o'clock at night on a camera-phone so if you can't make them out let me help you. They're a man's suit and a women's outfit in a store window. Nothing odd about that, right? Look a little closer. They're made from pictures of food. And to top it off they're plasticized.
What compounded the oddness of the situation was that these outfits were in the window of the St Vincent de Paul Society Thrift Shop. Imagine!
Now some people collect stamps or coins. Me I collect CDs. But imagine if someone collected clothes. Maybe they've got Liberace's sequined suites. Or they might have an Elvis jump-suit or two. Lately some guy with money to burn paid $49,000 for Michael Jackson's glove. I wonder what these plasticized chow-down duds would go for.
A couple of thoughts...
a) Who the hell donated these outfits, Mr & Mrs Big Boy?
b) Who the hell would buy these outfits, people who had delusions of being a restaurant menu?
c) Who made them, some guy with a food fetish?
d) Why are they plasticized, to read them in the rain (maybe there's a matching umbrella!)?
e) What could they possibly be used for, for deaf people to just point and nod as they place their order at Denny's?
It would sure change the meaning for a sloppy eater when he says, "Damn, I got some soup on my suit."
Or when the waiter says, "Is that a turkey leg on your pants or are you just happy to see me?"