Los Chimpos Ride Again
You lunge forward and grab him by the hand and shoulder, pulling him towards you and away from the stairs.
"I'm so sorry!" you try to explain, but he cuts you off.
"It's quite alright, pal," he says cheerfully, coughing violently and leaning on the wall. "Happens more than you'd expect... or not, considering I look like one of the walking dead. Haha. Bloody show. I had a woman try to impale a snooker cue in my head last week! Right old laugh we had after, mind."
"Erm..."
"Oh, yeah, right," he fumbles in his pockets. "The name's Mr D Evans. I run errands... haha, Evans errands... and I've been told to deliver a message."
"Who is this message from?" you ask, casually blocking the doorway and hoping that Mr D Evans doesn't notice. You don't want him stinking up the place. "What message?"
"Ain't got a clue, guv," he says, handing you a folded piece of paper. "My boss tells me what to do and I do it. You'd have to ask them."
He pauses.
"Or, you know," he nods towards his hand. "You could read the bleedin' note, like."
"I'm so sorry!" you try to explain, but he cuts you off.
"It's quite alright, pal," he says cheerfully, coughing violently and leaning on the wall. "Happens more than you'd expect... or not, considering I look like one of the walking dead. Haha. Bloody show. I had a woman try to impale a snooker cue in my head last week! Right old laugh we had after, mind."
"Erm..."
"Oh, yeah, right," he fumbles in his pockets. "The name's Mr D Evans. I run errands... haha, Evans errands... and I've been told to deliver a message."
"Who is this message from?" you ask, casually blocking the doorway and hoping that Mr D Evans doesn't notice. You don't want him stinking up the place. "What message?"
"Ain't got a clue, guv," he says, handing you a folded piece of paper. "My boss tells me what to do and I do it. You'd have to ask them."
He pauses.
"Or, you know," he nods towards his hand. "You could read the bleedin' note, like."