So what would you do when the guy in front of you on the Underground train says " Whose parcel is that ?".
It's sitting abandoned on the window ledge, about 300 x 300 mm, tied with a ribbon. We are stopped in Bond Street station; a woman picks it up and gives it a good shake.
I ask "Is it yours ?"; she says "No." I peer out the carriage door, there's no staff on the deserted northbound Jubilee line platform. i step off, and punch the big green 'Emergency' button. A voice I cannot hear hisses metallically; I say where I am and what I've seen. I cannot hear what he or she is saying, but that is that. I get on the next train and get to work a few minutes late.
1 comment:
Hi there!
I'm just out blog walking and happend upon you.
You know.. I probably wouldn't have thought anything about the ownerless package. Things like that rarely cross my mind.
I was looking at your other posts and noticed the one about the athiests advertising. They are talking about doing that here in Toronto too.... Hey, it's bound to get a reaction I suppose.
Great blog you have here! Keep up the great work!
Take care,
Laura
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