Suddenly, emerging from the bar downstairs, I saw a six-inch long, two-inch wide wisp of heavily-moussed hair ascending the stairs, standing straight up on the head of a short, round man. He was wearing a red suit, and had I not known better, I would have thought of him straight out of the Wizard of Oz.
He was at least in his fifties - as Don said, old enough to know better - and he went out to smoke right outside the window where we were eating. I so badly wanted Don to take a picture of him from behind, but he wouldn't do it. Too bad. It was a sight worth seeing!