The other night I found a wallet laying on the floor in the men's room at the Lounge. I hesitated to pick it up, for obvious reasons, but I finally submitted and turned it into Angus, our big-ass head bartender. He looked inside for some ID and all he saw in there, besides a lot of folding money, was this wallet-sized picture."Oh, yeah," said Angus. "I know this guy." He showed me this picture.
"Wow," I said, "not only does this guy carry around a lot of cash, he's also pretty scary-looking."
"I heard that," Angus replied, turning the picture over to see if there was a phone number or an address on the back.
"What's he do for a living?" I asked.
"Oh, he's a literary agent from Big Apple City," Angus responded.
"I see," I replied. "Better let me have a double think-a-hol." But first I headed back to the men's room to wash my hands again.
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