Standing at the bus stop this morning, minding my own business, I catch a whiff of a woman's perfume. Not a good perfume, I might add. I look for the source and what do I see? A MAN - with long, curly hair, tight jeans, and makeup. Oh, and the perfume. His Roman nose was big enough to paddle a canoe, and the makeup wasn't hiding his stubble very well. His extensions notwithstanding, what was really annoying was the way he/she constantly was flipping his/her hair back and playing with it. Like I said, only in Seattle.