Desperate D?

He stood there, looking around as he did so.

What a sight. He had obviously stepped out of the hair saloon at the corner (not in picture). His hair was still full of suds, the towel still just about on his shoulders and back.

He was standing at the five-foot pathway, the sidewalk, the pavement (depends on which part of the world you're from, but you get the idea!) I wondered why. I managed to get my camera out and snap this shot as we went past.
Then I saw it - he had to have a cigarette and he didn't care who saw him with his unfinished hairdo.