A funny thing happened to me last Friday. I‘d gone to London to do some shopping. I wanted to get some Christmas presents, and I needed to find some books for my course at school (you see, I‘m a student). I caught an early train to London so by early afternoon I‘d bought everything that I wanted. Anyway, I‘m not very fond of London, all the noise and traffic, and I‘d made some arrangements for that evening. So, I took a taxi to Waterloo station. I can‘t really afford taxis, but I wanted to get the 3:30 train. Unfortunately the taxi got stuck in a traffic jam, and by the time I got to Waterloo, the train had just gone. I had to wait an hour for the next one. I bought an evening newspaper the ‘Standard‘, and wandered over to the station buffet. At that time of day it‘s nearly empty, so I bought a coffee and a packet of biscuits--chocolate biscuits. I‘m yew fond of chocolate biscuits. There were plenty of empty tables and I found one near the window. I sat down and began doing the crossword. enjoy doing crossword puzzles.

 

　　After a couple of minutes a man sat down opposite me. There was nothing special about him, except that he was very tall. In fact he looked like a typical city businessman--you know, dark suit and briefcase. I didn‘t say anything and I carried on with my crossword. Suddenly he reached across the table, opened my packet of biscuits, took one, dipped it into his coffee and popped it into his mouth, I couldn‘t believe my eyes! I was too shocked to say any thing. Anyway, I didn‘t want to make a fuss, so I decided to ignore it. I always avoid trouble if I can. I just took a biscuit myself and went back to my crossword.