The Old Man at The Coffee Shop

We watched this old man at a local coffee shop on Monday. He's obviously a with-the-times old fellow, considering his presence at a coffee joint frequented by people who like lawful, indoor graffiti and his use of a computer (most old people tend to yak about how those young people spend all of their time on those damn brain sucking satellite typewriters these days). We did not find it necessary to circle him in the photo this time around, as his shirt is in fact the color of radioactive laser tag urine and he therefore isn't hard to see. He is also rocking' the shorts (Bermuda shorts? I'm fashion challenged.) and baseball cap, preparing for summer despite the temperature that day being about 40 degrees Fahrenheit ('Merika! Our measurements make no sense AND WE LIKE IT!1!). We only got a fleeting chance to view this old man, as he walked off, perhaps noticing our observation (Heisenberg's uncertainty principle CAN be applied to old men!), and leaving us cold and broken inside. This old man may not have been an old man on the inside, but instead a hip youth who likes local coffee shops. We may never know, as our only memory of him is this photograph.