Yesterday was a really miserable day. Cloudy, windy as heck, damp, bone-chillingly cold. If I hadn't had multiple dogs in the car on my way to meet up with Cuz at the dog park, I would've stopped to get better photos of this poor schmoe selling Mardi Gras beads on the street corner. (Yes, I would've bought some beads, too.)
Look at the beads blowing friggin' sideways. (The banner was hard to make out, too, being not well-anchored.) I hope that jester's hat was warm.