Do You Have an Appointment?

A week or so ago, I was strolling down Elizabeth St with Dana, en route to the gallery and the NikeID store beckoned. I saw the outline of a mountainous figure through the frosted glass doors. Dana and I had a quick consultation about whether or not to venture in, and off we went. As we pulled the door open, the hulk emerged and said to us, with a combination of menace and sheepishness, “Do you have an appointment?”