The other day I was on the elevator going to work, and it stopped on the second floor.
A dour faced woman got on, gave everyone a look of pure disgust, and turned to face the front.
I noticed that she was wearing a very vibrant sweater with colorful little parrots all over it. The parrots were feathery and eye-catching, and really quite cheerful.
One would think that, with an ensemble that reeked of cheer, the person wearing such a thing would be just a tad more pleasant.
Or maybe she wears happy parrots on her clothes to deflect away from the fact that she's a miserable bitch. Who really knows for sure.