On daddy’s head a toddler has fallen asleep. Not being aware that the kid on his shoulders makes him three heads taller, Daddy is swaying from side to side and the toddler nearly hits his head on the handle bar.
Reaching the stairs to the exit I get overtaken by a running hipster in skinny jeans who is half shouting, half singing “uh, uh there is no fashion show! No fashion show!”
On the way out I come across a Michelin-round lady briskly carrying her rolling walker down the twenty stairs.