man crosses street

I was driving to work today; it was a gray day and my car had just gotten back from the shop. There was a strange kind of vibration in the floor, and it made me slightly unsettled. I stopped a a stoplight and saw a man cross the street. He was short, but had long and scraggly hair that seemed to compensate for it. It was pulled into a pony tail and left hanging out from under a dirty white and black baseball cap. The sides of his head were shaven, but he had a small brown goatee framing his mouth. He wore what looked like a woman's coat; it stretched down to his knees or therabout. It was a dull tan and glistened, probably from the rain. He carried an umbrella about halfway down its length. His face was stolid. He walked off into a municipal parking lot.