mystery man

my space bar isn't working properly however, that is not what i wanted to talk about...

this morning on my way to work i was behind this guy driving a silver mitsubishi of some sort or other and i was struck by him because he was very mysterious...

occasionally, and whilst still behind him, a black gloved hand would emerge from the window and flick some ash from a white filtered cigarette. he smoked slowly because it took a long time for him to finally toss the butt from the window (which i don't agree with but that's another story).

after i saw him toss the cigarette i had to know more about the man with the gloved hand so i sped up enough to get beside him at a light.

i glanced into his slightly tinted window and there he was: mystery incarnate. black hair, black goatee, black sunglasses, black turtle neck, slightly tinted windows and black driving gloves.

i imagine him to be a spy in a secret organization designed to protect those of us confined to suburbia. he knows of the CSIS conspiracy to keep us docile in our condos with slurpees and a new post office nearby. he knows of the secret landscaping guild forced to design our neighbourhoods all alike so no matter where we go we feel like we're at home and long to be there...he knows it all because it's his job to make sure we don't.

he looks at me. i feel his eyes meet through our sunglasses. he knows i know. he draws a black plated hand gun from the black shoulder holster and fires a bullet into the side of my car and speeds away.

thank god i have plastic door panels.

michelle.