It's a quiet afternoon at the station when two people, a man and a woman, race through the gates and up to the ticket window. The man slams a ten pound note down as they grab two singles to zone 1 and run for the lift without waiting for their change. The ticket clerk shrugs and puts the change on one side. They'll be back for it once they realise they've forgotten it.
As the lift doors shut, brakes squeal from the road outside. A crowd of policemen sprint through the station gates and down the emergency stairs two at a time. After a couple of minutes, the lift ascends containing the unfortunate couple and a number of accompanying police officers who frogmarch them back out of the station and into a the waiting van. A sergeant walks over to the ticket window. "Sorry about that, Sir - between you and me, I think they could have chosen a better escape route than the Underground. Maybe not the brightest of lightbulbs, those two."
Posted by mpk at May 31, 2004 6:10 PM | TrackBack