A man had just stepped up to a framed painting on a lobby wall with an eagerness that caught his eye.  The man peered into the painting, and then stood erect, as though having spotted something.  He fetched a necktie from his back pocket and proceeded to tie it on, and then leaned in closer to check his reflection in the glass as he pulled the tie-knot up to its place between the collar tips.  He fiddled with the knot a bit, as if it mattered, since his untucked shirt looked as tattered as his pants.  Finally satisfied, the man made a hasty retreat across the lobby and stumbled through the front doors just as he was about to be chased out.  His workday too had begun.