Thief on the Metro
A guy in a ski mask eyes only showing didn’t look totally out of norm. A relatively cold day could warrant a ski mask. It wasn’t until Gallery Place metro stop when he ran out the metro at the last second as if for his life that everyone started to wonder. Not minutes later, the older white-haired gentleman sitting across from the escapee patted his jacket pocket. Quietly and possibly with a hint of tiredness in his voice, I couldn’t tell, whispered, “My phone is gone.”
I love these little tastes of your experiences there! Poor man, but I’m glad it wasn’t you!