I Spy With My Little Eye
Ever felt as though you were part of a spy movie? No, me neither, until this evening’s journey home.
“Hello, can you hear me? The Big Man has left.” Inconspicuous looking passenger.
“I said The Big Man has left. The. Big. Man. Has. Left. Did you get that?” Now very suspicious looking passenger.
And with that mysterious line, the guy’s phone cut out. Damn those tunnels.
I begin peering surreptitiously over my ES to ensure I don’t miss his next move. A few stops later and I’m still waiting for the next part of this rather compelling conversation. A text, a text, the passenger in question, who I have aptly nick-named Mr ‘X’, has received a text. Instantly, he picks up his briefcase, yes, he had a briefcase, and walks through to the next carriage. Either there’s some kinda Mission Impossible data transfer about to take place, or my broken stares were making Mr ‘X’ feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps the lady next to me will provide some more rush hour entertainment. Is that really a Sudoku you have there, madam…?