Man with the Glassons* bag

It was one of those moments when you see something and you just want to laugh, but it's only you, by yourself, and the person you want to laugh at... so you act mature and appropriate and smile sweetly, chuckling to yourself on the inside.

I was walking to work and passed a man with a Glassons bag. He was well dressed in dress pants and jacket, and I recall he was wearing a tie. His hair was nice, freshly washed and styled and his skin looked well kept. Moisturised. Possibly exfoliated. He was standing on the footpath beside a busy road into the city, as though waiting to be picked up. In his hand, which was resting at his side, he held the handles of a Glassons bag, which hung flat and uncrinkled. Inside, visible through the opaque bag decorated with green designer florishes and swirls, I could see a lone banana.

I am all for carpooling, cleanliness, taking pride in ones appearance and fresh fruit snacks at work. Great! But, seriously, this guys looked distinctly emasculated. I think it was the ever phallic symbol of the banana, carefully held in the well-cared-for popular young woman's shop bag that really made the the scene for me.

I'll be walking by the same spot next week, but this time I'm taking my camera!

*Glassons; a popular New Zealand fashion shop for young women, tween-twenties. Sizes 6-16. www.glassons.co.nz ...I tried to find an image of the bag, to no avail.