The little man looked at me with curiosity. His look over his glasses made me want to punch him in the face. I coughed to cover up my embarrasment for having those thoughts and then he asked me:
'Are you going to pay in cash or with a credit card?'
It wasn't his tone, it was the slowliness with which he said it that made me ponder the benefits of spending twenty years in jail.
'Bancontact' - I replied - 'please'.
As I was walking towards the platform I heard shouts and a single gunshot that echoed through the station.
Someone had tried to rob at the little man's desk and had ended up shooting him.
Smiling, I got on the train and never came back.
- Megadarde -
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