Chop Fooey

Los Feliz

Dear Foo Dog Statues that guard the door at the Chi Dynasty restaurant on Hillhurst Avenue,

I am sorry that not just one but two men proceeded to stick their crotch in your face as if you, a statue, were going to pleasure them; one even had the audacity to photograph himself while his friends weren't looking!  I just hope, for your sake, that you do not become the perverted Blarney Stone of the Eastside.

Keep It In Your Pants People!

Who Ya Gonna Call?

Hollywood

Dear Worker Man exiting an apartment building on the corner of Laurel and Fountain Avenues,

You were clothed in an industrial grade gray jumpsuit with what appeared to be a vacuum cleaner strapped to your back; the sight of you left me feeling quite confident that I just saw a real live ghostbuster.

I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts!

Man Down

Beverly Hills

Dear Motorcycle Guy,

I don't know what happened, but when I saw your red bike down on the side of Sunset Boulevard, pieces strewn everywhere, my heart sank.  I was then very relieved to see you standing up and being taken care of by some good samaritans.  I hope the damage was solely limited to your motorcycle.

Careful!

Wax On

Silverlake

Dear Manly Man dressed in athletic wear entering Nail Station on Rowena Avenue,

When asked what service you were there for, your proclamation of "Back Wax" was said with such volume and confidence that I skipped right past skeeved and arrived at admiration.

Loud and Proud!

Romeo Y Julietta

Downtown

Dear Guy who works at the Flower Mart,

I saw you pick up the pace to a kind of skip-walk-run and wondered why you were in such a hurry; you then came to a slow stride matching your steps with a cute little chica.  Your friends at the orchid stall laughed at you but I thought it was kind of sweet, and that girl you are obviously crushing on was none the wiser.

Well Played!

Foiled

Hollywood

Dear Guy in Workout Gear standing on the corner of Sunset and Cahuenga Boulevards,

For a second I thought you were playing a harmonica, which I found intriguing and kind of cool; turns out you were just eating a foil wrapped power bar with both hands, which then made me think you kind of looked like a squirrel.

Aww Nuts!

Solo

Downtown

Dear Girl Playing A Violin in the morning sun while standing alone in front of the California Plaza on Grand Avenue,

Your image was as startling as it was arresting; you made me wish I was on foot instead of wheels so that I could have the chance to stop and listen.

Brava!