My coworkers and I just treated ourselves to a trip to the pet store to gawk at the puppies. As we stood making up names for the shit-zu and puggle that were fighting, something hit my back. I looked down to find a tiny bottle of Visene sitting next to my foot, still moving from the hit. I looked up to see a man dressed head-to-toe in white standing in front of me. He was staring intensely into my eyes and glaring, all while twirling his white umbrella. Then he raised his arm, stuck his middle finger in my face (which was covered by a white glove), and then turned and walked away.
After a moment of silence, I turned back to my coworkers hoping that we could immediatly rehash what had just happened, when Jessica screamed. Apparently she read about him in Time Out New York. She’s correct, this man hates my guts.
*Also, the photo of Lloyd/Man in White in TONY was taken right in front of the pet store. Lloyd loiters in my hood! I can’t wait for our next encounter…
