It was the morning, or maybe afternoon? I am never good with times around lunch, maybe something about blood sugar levels. Anyhow, it was about lunchtime. Across the café, through the etched glass window and across the street, I could see a little brunch spot.
The most peculiar thing happened while I glanced over. A woman, maybe in her early thirties, paused for a second at the entrance looking around, before diving in. You might scoff at me saying this was the most peculiar, but what you must understand is that it happened in January, and in Sydney. This particular combination made me audibily gasp at the window since I saw a woman wearing a trenchcoat, scarf, and a hat to top it off - while it was thirty five degrees out!
I didn’t knew then, but this wouldn’t even be the weirdest part about that day. Possesed by morbid curiosity, I left the café, toast in hand, and inconspicuously walked over to the restaurant - or at least as inconspicuously one can while munching on bread and stalking a stranger.
I silently sat one table over from the strange woman, still eating my toast, which I am sure the staff were not ecstatic about. For a few minutes she just sat still, looking at a distance, or maybe at me. I couldn’t really tell from the sunglasses covering almost her whole face. And then, right there, she took her hand just below her ear and pressed two fingers to her face, just like in a spy movie. She said:
The rat is in the trap.
And repeated, in the same monotone:
I repeat, the rat is in the trap.
I was startled, was I the rat? Was I imagining things? What was I doing!
Just before I had time to think, she proceeded:
RELEASE THE TURKEY!