Head down, braced against the wind and the cold, I tried to make my way up the sidewalk to my office door. Holding my briefcase in one hand and the hat on my head with the other I finally reached the alcove that gave me some harbor.
I shook off the snow and the cold and was turning to open the door when he stepped in with me. I was startled with his appearance. His hair was matted. His coat was threadbare and tattered and he smelled awful. I quickly opened the door and hurried in but not before I could hear him say ” Sir I’m cold.”
The door closed behind me and I was immediately feeling warm and secure from the wind and the vagabond that had harassed me. Passing the information desk I told the security guard about the man hanging around the door and went on about my day.