Since the beginning of spring, there's a couple who regularly canoodle on a park bench behind the building where I work. Being the nosey beggars that we are, a workmate of mine and I often look out our office window at the mysterious couple and discuss scenarios as to what they are talking about, analysing their body language and just generally making up outrageous stories about the unsuspecting couple who, for the purposes of this blog, will be referred to as Mr & Mrs Two-Timers.
Today, as they have many times before, Mr & Mrs Two-Timers were at it again, for all the world to see. This time, instead of engaging in our usual voyeurism we decided to take on the role of private detective.
Coercing another colleague to walk past the couple with me, we prepped ourselves to act as naturally as possible - just two people walking past on our way somewhere. But just as we were making our way towards the couple, we get accosted by two scallies asking for money, presumably for a few more cans of lager. At the corner of my eye, I see Mr & Mrs TT looking shifty, got up and started to make their way back to work. DRAT!
Instead of abandoning our mission, my workmate decided to follow them, pretending to be super-sleuths...and failing miserably. They clocked on to us, they weren't buying all the pretend non-chalance we tried to act out. Somehow, I don't think we will ever see Mrs and Mrs T again.
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