I watched him enter in his long winter coat, shorts, socks and sandals. I know the weather can be quite changeable here, but that footwear is completely at odds with your plans of being kept dry, man. He approached with a brochure I'd never seen before, pushed it under my nose, and jabbed at it with his finger. All without taking his eyes off it to acknowledge my existence.
"I don't think that's an event at this theatre unfortunately."
"It is." came the snorted reply.
It wasn't.
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