He hurriedly approached the old man on the porch of the decrepit shack, and his eyes met those of the elderly nuisance.
“You’re still here,” he said, pointedly. “I thought I had made the situation clear. This place is going down, with or without you in it.”
The elder’s eyes gleamed at the upstart. “You don’t hear ‘no’ often, do you?”
“Well, I’m glad I taught you something new.”
Annoyed, the man rounded the corner and indicated the bulldozers to continue. His drivers were oblivious, and no one else knew the old man was here. Progress waits for no one.