He earned habits which have lasted a lifetime. It is rare to ever see this man in an untucked shirt, or unkempt hair, or scuffed shoes.
(I might just mention there is no human and no machine which could ever shine a boot better than Blowfish). His truck is always clean, he would never leave home with a bed unmade, he carries a nail clipper in his pocket and his shirt collars stand as erect as any diplomats.
Every year when Spring emerges and temperatures rise, Blowfish gets a bit cranky.
The public starts shedding layers of clothing thus exposing that which should not be seen. At least in public. When Blowfish comes home at the end of his day I am the recipient of what I call "The Evening Flesh Report" which is this man's vocalized outrage at the presentation of flesh he would have rather not seen.
He feels violated.
" What is the matter with these people Fishy! Have they no pride?"
" More likely no manners and no mirrors."
" Oh no! They all have mirrors. They like to admire their own tattoos! Clearly they want the world to as well.
It is clear to me decency is over"
" Don't look".
" How am I to do that if it is out there? Is modesty history too?"
"For some time now."
" Today I saw the personals of a woman I do not know. I saw her tattoo arching over the great divide. I saw that she is not a natural blond. I saw her purple sequined underwear with no fabric just a waistband.Why did she do this to me? I am a graphic designer which makes me a very visual person!"
Trying to maintain a straight face I asked,
" Did you know they make purple sequined thong underwear for men too?"
" Those are not men."
" Well, I gather this stranger whom you now know personally was not presenting a fit, young visual?"
" Fishy, you know I do not find this funny. It is true, like any man, I would rather my gaze fell upon beautiful young flesh than wizened older flesh but in all sincerity I wish women would cover up. Men too. I am sick of seeing young men with their pants at half mast , their heads shaved and their arms looking like the comic strips."
" Maybe you should run for office. Clearly there are far more important things to outlaw than Big Gulps."
"Okay. So Bloomberg picked the wrong battle. What happened to the laws about indecent exposure? In my life guarding days there were not signs on the beach which said, 'Dress your fat!' but there was an expectation for people to not force others to see what should not be seen. Back in the day, there was a standard to be upheld. Laugh at you want but 'decency" was admired not scoffed over. No decent person would be showing so much flesh. We lifeguards saw everything and nothing I saw then compared with the offensive visions of today. Back in the day the "tattoo woman" was part of the Straits shows.
"I am quite certain 'back in the day' there were older women with their ta-tas exposed and those in bikinis who looked like advertisements for cellulite therapies and didn't speedo jokes start in the fifties? I agree we see far more than we should. Haven't we always? The good news is the fitness craze. At least the ones you see who are looking prime are on the rise too."
Barely pausing for a sip he rushed on,
" There are women older than me who are out in public in what looks like pink and black skin with running shoes to match. It's great they are in shape but they are barely more than nekked. The Bond women showed less! I saw a woman at the grocers yesterday in a scandalous tennis costume and thought,
'How am I going to unsee this? '
Laughing and topping off his wine glass I asked," How is it you could be a professor in an art college, in Florida, where most of the students were half naked, chocked full of riotous hormones and were busy living and illustrating every coming of age pang without you having these issues? "
" Because Fishy that was normal! Kids coming of age is always normal. Once you reach the age of maturity you are suppose to stay grown! Thank God my teaching days were before this trend to show it all, pierce it all and ink it all."
Watching Blowfish in a flap about something does have an entertainment value. At least for me. Laughing at this man divesting himself of the days horror the imp in me wondered if there was space on those purple sequined man thongs for a monogram?