while waiting for my grandfather in the mall, my brother and i were getting impatient. we stared up to the second floor, looking for some trace of him. 10 minutes earlier he'd told me he'd be downstairs shortly and asked us to wait for him by the elevator. matthew, in all seriousness when i aggravatedly say "where IS he?", replies: "he's a pimp. he's probably looking at those statue women."