I always thought it was rude to stare. As I walked into work this
morning, I saw a man in a battered denim jacket carrying a large pink
stuffed dinosaur with garish green eyes. In his other hand he carried
a large potted plant about a meter high. He walked unsteadily with
a degree of quiet despair. He looked to be over 40 with a face that
had seen many pint pots of beer. As he walked out of door of the shop
all eyes followed him.