Can I Help You?
He was an old man of eighty, with deep wrinkles etched into his skin and wispy gray hair that danced in the wind. In addition to the tweed jacket and short pants he was wearing, there were strange shoes on his feet, almost like a cross between a loafer and a sneaker.
Security guards approached Robert, finding him suspicious. “Excuse me, sir, would you like me to help you with anything?” the guard asked.
Robert quickly noticed that his hand was on his hip.