The evening was hot and humid so I made my way down to the local bar, ordered an ice cold lager and sat outside to enjoy what breeze I could feel. I love to sit and people watch, trying to guess the passers-by occupations as they hurry by. The first passed my chair was a middle aged man, hair receding wearing a blue polo shirt, black jeans, large mirrored sunglasses and walking a poodle. My mind imagined him sitting at a...