Yes
Lots of people peer at you under their thick-rimmed glasses and mutter
under their breath to one another.
You stroll as proudly as you can over to a desk, and ask in what you
hope is a daring voice.
"Excuse me, sir. I'd like to know the...er, history of this
building, please. Including the original manager and current manager
and other details that you might include when ... say, informing an
inspector."
The man behind the desk raise his eyebrows at you. "And why must
I do that?"
"I'm a customer." You say shortly. "I suppose you never
address your customers, no wonder this place is full of workers, and
not customers. You ignore your customers!"
"No, young man. You do not look like a customer, if you had been
anybody else I would have served you without doubt, but you are a
dirty lad dressed in rags."
You place your fist on the table, and lean forward. "Perhaps you
would be so kind as to serve me right now, or I'll start a riot in
your precious building...'sir'..."you say in gentle, but menacing
voice.
The man gives you a killer look, and says, "I'm telling you, boy.
Get out of my sight this minute or I'm calling the cops. Do you hear
me? Get out of my building and STAY OUT!"
You shrug as if you do not mind. "Oh! Threatening customers now,
are we?"
The man snorts, and whistles to two muscly men in sunglasses standing
near the back door.
The men stride over and pick you up the arms, dragging you to the
entrance, opening them with a careless bang, and they thrust you
outside.
You fall down the steps, and land in a heap at the bottom of the
steps. Passer-bys stare at you with a disgusted expression on their
face.
You stand up, and lean against the wall, catching your breath. There
has to be another way to do this. You straighten your stained shirt,
and turn down your collar. You decide to ask a pedestrian. You look
around and approach a...
As the businessman slams the door, you open it again and walk inside.
