from Dancing Over the Rays of Light

My unwanted guest was a man I had met in the hallway a short week ago; a man who, at the behest of the two elderly ladies, was in search of a naked, aroused gentleman who had forgotten to apply his Old Spice; a man who, I had come to assume, was the director of the Heartland Retirement Center; a man who was known as Kermit Muster; a man who, I assumed, had come to apprehend me.
But Mr. Muster had come for an altogether purpose. He had come to ask for money. Not for himself, but for the institution of which he was the proud director and of which he presumed that I, Barney, was an equally proud tenant.