The
man picked up a pack of ham and tucked it inside the long coat that covered him,
a coat completely out of place in the thirty-degree heat outside the market.
His
eyes met mine. Would he come at me to stop me from ratting him out? Would he
throw a few hard punches?
He
realised that just locking eyes with me was enough to guarantee my silence.
Then he went on browsing the other shelves, leaving me there with my half-empty
shopping basket.
After
getting over the shock, I decided to follow him. Was he going to take more
stuff?
Yes,
three bread rolls, a big bottle of juice, some cheese, a steak, a six-pack of
soft drinks, and more.
Crouched
behind the shelves, I watched as his coat began to bulge. It was made of thin
fabric, so the shapes of the items he was hiding showed clearly to anyone who
happened to walk past.
One
thing that amazed me was that the man didn’t look rushed or scared. On the
contrary, he selected the brands and product quality with patience and care. He
seemed determined not to settle for just any old ham.
After
almost an hour of stocking up, the man seemed done with his round.
As
he headed for the exit, I was sure he’d be stopped, bashed, and locked up.
Then, a friendly-looking young bloke approached him with a big smile.
All
good, sir?
The
man, who looked like he was hiding four or five people under the coat, gave a
slight nod and calmly walked out.
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