After work today, Arquay and I strolled into the Puma store. It wasn’t the first time I had been there with her.
For once, we decided to visit the second floor of the quaint downtown luxury retail shop, but the elevator was experiencing delays. After about 30 seconds, we decided to take the spiral staircase, complete with mezzanine.
When we reached the top, all I remember was her astonished face. The Puma employee on the first floor mentioned that someone important was upstairs. I didn’t recognize him, but she did. It was Doug E. Fresh:
We approached him after permission from his cameraman, and proceeded to geek out.