I was reading on the subway ride home yesterday evening, minding my own business, when I heard this clattering sound behind me, followed by some snickering and someone stage-whispering, “Shh! Don’t tell anyone!”
I turned around and didn’t really notice anything, so I turned around again. A moment later, I hear some talking and the same voice saying, “Shh! Don’t tell anyone!”
I turned around and this time held my gaze, only to see the owner of the voice rolling up one of the overhead subway ads he and his buddies filched from its casing, and putting it in his bag. I looked right at him, and he again said, “Shh! Don’t tell anyone!” putting his finger to his lips in a joking manner.
I shook my head and turned around, trying to immerse myself in my book.
The subway pulled into the next stop, and the ad thief and his cronies got off the train and proceeded to go into the next car. I turned to two girls beside me, who also saw this and asked, “Are they just going into the next car to steal more ads?”
“Looks like it,” the one sitting next to me said.
“All right,” I replied with my if-you-say-so, sing-song tone.
Just then, the driver announced on the P.A. system, “Would the person who took the ad please leave the train immediately.”
I could just see the thief and his friends as they scampered past our train car. Some of us started smirking and snickering.
And a moment later: “Give that back, you MORONS!”