Lucky day

After a long day at Plan's first ever conference on disability inclusion a couple of us decided to go for a walk. We got called into this mall where portly men played backgammon, sipped black tea and mint, and gazed at all the ladies as I escorted them through the tables and pipe smoke.

To them i was a pimp, a fool for letting these ladies 'out loose' or a very lucky man. But somehow I doubt they thought I was simply a work colleague. Very funny. Am I being too cynical??

Or was it his lucky day?