Rubber-Necking

You see a lot of strange people in Chicago, but today on my lunch hour I saw one who elevated oddness to a whole new level.

Tall (a good 6'2"+), skinny and clad in jeans and a hoodie.

Ethnicity?

I couldn't tell you. He had his hands jammed in his pockets and the hood up and tied so tight he was peering out of a hole the size of a quarter.

He had layers and layers of shopping bags tied over both feet, and shuffled along with his head down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Yeesh.