My friend’s husband was on his way back from Nuit Blanche recently.

Nuit Blanche is french for really late, a little drunk but somewhat cultural.

It was 3 in the morning. He has a slight limp due to a bad back. He had a 5 o’clock shadow that dated back to November 1st due to a bad excuse for bad taste sometimes referred to as Movember.

He wore his favourite overcoat, so old it was old enough to vote.

He was almost home when a car pulled up real close.

Perhaps someone thinks his butt is cute?

Perhaps it is a friend offering a ride?

Excuse me, Sir. My friends and I thought you might be hungry. And with that the young strangers  offered him a sandwich.

Definitely time for a new overcoat. And a close shave. And maybe some physio.