Dueling Canes...

As I was walking in this morning, The Black Maria were blaring on my iPod as I noticed a portly gentleman coming across the atrium with a wooden cane. He was slow, but moving well enough. Not a second later like a whoosh of dust in a Western comes a portly woman ambling towards him with the exact same cane. There is a grand fountain between them and my first thoughts were of a duel. Is there room for only one caned individual in this building? As the tension built (or was that the music) I couldn’t help imagining this fight to the death to see which invalid can stay and claim 2 International Place as their own.