The Art of the Deal

The older man in the velvet track suit sitting next to me on the park bench holds his enormous belly with a magisterial air.

"You found it?" he says skeptically to the man with the paper-thin skin shuffling in front of him.

"Yeah, you know, I, I got my phone turned off," the man with the paper-thin skin is nearly bent in half as he says this, "and I gotta pay...."

He waves his hand impatiently at the air, and the man in the velvet track suit watches impassively as his supplicant stumbles away.