My own odd little Florida vignette....
Down in Cocoa Beach a couple weeks back for Nats spring training. Friday night, waiting for a table in the lounge area on the front patio of the Florida Fresh Grill restaurant. A beat up white pickup truck pulls up to the front of the restaurant. On the truck's door is a sign for a pool service company, and in the bed is a bunch of hoses and equipment. Out jumps a guy impeccably dressed in a freshly pressed white shirt, bowtie, knee high socks, and an Irish tartan kilt. Walks over to a woman sitting near us, gives her a big kiss and whispers something in her ear, gets back in the truck, and drives off.