Hail Cesar! And Marie.
This is the view that I have come accustomed to, on many of our excursions. See the man in the striped shirt, pushing a stroller? This is the Travel Nazi (a.k.a the Hubs). It is a well known fact that he does not wait for his squaty, short legged wife. Sometimes I get lost on purpose, so that he is forced to back track. Serves him right.
Not only does Vegas provide enticing lights, sounds, and attractions to gawk at....it also provides much inappropriate nekkid-nous. Which forces me to cover Homey's eyes or distract his attention from such icky-nous.
I ask you, what woman actually poses like this? Really? And smack dab in the middle of a busy, public square, near an ice cream shop, no less!
Many of the visiting women folk, chose to wear high fashion foot wear. However, their grimaces of pain, told of another story...how they wished they would have worn a comfy pair of flip flops, instead.
I believe the pair of lily white, black sock, wearing legs, had the right idea. Although, if my husband even attempted to copy this gentleman's fashion trend, I would have to smack him on the bottom.