Drum's day

The old man in long-worn dirty clothing was sitting on a concrete bench outside a hot dog stand.

"Could you help me, Grandfather?" I kept my voice mellow and polite making sure he heard the capital "G".

"Who are you to call me Grandfather?" he sneered with contempt, judging my agelessness to be middle age.

"Today I am the demon Shupanaznidimerol. Tomorrow I'll be another name but today I need the help of a beggar or poor man to find something no one wants."

"Well then!" his face brightened at the mad truth of what I said "Buy me a hot dog and tell me of this thing no one wants."