Yes indeed, well I can't say for sure. My instinct says that the man I saw just the other day at my workplace could have very well been a pimp. I am not one to stereotype (well I guess we all do to some extent but I try my best not to) but this man fit all the criteria. Before he graced me with his intoxicating presence (and not in a good way), I first met a young woman. She came walking in, eyes squinting, hair desheveled, an air of confusion. She proceeded to take a seat and wait on her other guest. Moments later he made his entrance. Slowling walking in like he owned the place. Long slicked-back pony tail, unusual matching suit of beige hues, long creme-colored trench coat lined with black lapels. His short stubby fingers were all adorned in various gaudy rings. The worst of all, he seemed to have covered himself in a bottle of cheap, take-your-breath-away cologne.
The man then yelled at his girl (probably about 10 years younger), "Michelle, we're going upstairs." I then made him aware that the upstairs was closed and would open again at dinner time. He looked at me in surprise and then stated "I want to sit by the window." I dared deny him of that right and I probably subconcisouly thought it better for others not to have to smell his scent along with their lunch.
Now, maybe I have just watched too many episodes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, but this was a no-brainer. I found it quite amusing at the time to see such a character, as ubiquitious as they are downtown. But retrospectively I realize it could be quite a sad story if the one in my mind is true. I guess in cases such as these, it is best to hope you are wrong.
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