What a sad, sad little display. I'm wont to suspect all of this as some form of madness brought on by advanced food poisoning - certainly the smackridden eyes belie some sign of feverish delusion - though it's certainly feasible that there's a grain of truth to Ziggy's twitchy proposition. The look in this dignified maitre d's eyes suggests that he's not necessarily a stranger to this sort of scrounging.
Noting the towel draped around this glum drunkard's arm - the Health Code Office won't look kindly on this establishment's doubling up of maire d' and bathroom attendant duties.
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