P.O.R.T.E.R.
A PORTER is a big, grumpy man with a beard that could choke a horse. He weighs as much as a cow and likes to crush people. He thinks he’s a general.
My dad said the porter was 'a walking meatball with a sword.' He even took my snack and called it 'a tax.'
At the mall, the porter sat on my leg and said, 'You’re my new foot soldier.'
My cousin told me the porter ‘ate a whole pizza and still had room for a sandwich.’