A guy opened my gallery door a few moments ago, the door alarm made its usual chirp to alert the door had been opened, I glanced up to see from the corner of my eye the umbrella next to the front door being taken outside. When I realized it was not a co-worker but rather some guy with a towel on his head he was already at the end of the block in today's down pour. The last thing I saw, while I stared and contemplated running in the rain after him to wrestle back the umbrella, was him taking the towel from his head as it had served its purpose. No use for it now. He has an umbrella.
To the 6 foot tall, middle aged, slightly heavy set black man in the verticle red and navy collared rugby shirt I bid you a good day and I hope you stay dry. But Zack probably wants his umbrella. You can drop it off on your way back.