Yesterday, I visited a shopping mall in the big city with Kerrie. Walking through this suburban mall I noticed a crowd of these same young men around a stall set up in the main mall area. They were flocking in, drawn to this stall as if by a magnet.
My interest piqued, I had to go closer to see what it was that attracted then so. The stall was selling clothing. Not very fashionable clothing at that. Big puffy jackets, ill fitting tee shirts and boxy shaped caps, all in bright red and all horribly over-priced. It was then that I noticed that all this clothing was marked HRT in big bold letters. Moving closer still I remarked to Kerrie how nice it was to see these young men raising funds for such a worthy cause as Hormone Replacement Therapy.
Suddenly it all started to make sense. The pudgyness, the pastiness, the prematurely receding hairlines, anger problems and even the small penis complexes. These guys were all suffering from hormonal imbalance problems and hence their passion for the cause. I must admit, I won't feel nearly as uncharitable toward them next time one leans out the window to yell, "Yoowarghhhh!" as he passes me on my bike. I'm almost tempted to buy one of those jackets to show my support. That might be going a bit far though.