I apologize for bringing my guide dog into your store. I apologize for needing your help. And I’m sorry you must point me in the right direction. I understand your day is precious. I know you were having a perfect meditation before I entered your establishment--you were navigating the circle within the circle, the dances of the gods known only to Proclus. And now, here I am, the walking manifestation of decay, a perilous figure from a lost battle.
So much happens in the hubbub of the city, bells and parades, and then a blind man walks into your shop. You poor sonofabitch! Watch out! It might be catching!
Yes, you should think of me as the soft breeze of calamity.
Meanwhile, what am I up to? I want to buy a book at Barnes & Noble, but I’m told I can’t come in. I want to buy some batteries at the computer store on 6th avenue and Lo! I’m told I can’t come in. I want to take a taxi, and you guessed it, I can’t get in.
Let’s review: books, batteries, and a business meeting. Not bad for a man who symbolizes malevolent fate!