Today, a big fella stops me and his lordship as we approach the close mooth.
"Have ye seen so'n'so?" he goes, and we go "No."
He's a tall man, slim build, early thirties, rid-heided with a bulbous nose and a face like a well-skelpt bum.
"He's no aboot? Ah wis tae see 'im aboot five" he asks again.
His lordship goes on, "He's always away by quarter to five."
The chap doesn't lose a minute in his quest for a sale.
"Hey, big man, you interested in a coupla bran' new iPads?"