I cast an idle eye over the TV in my landlady’s living room. A handsome cop in a car enraptured her. The cop radioed his partner back at HQ to tell his wife he’d be back late that night.
‘That’s rude’, I mumbled, ‘… text her yourself’.
The camera shot widened and, from the shape of the car, I saw the era predated the mobile phone. My landlady snorted.
“OK then”, said I, leaving the rent money on an expectant table. Fingering the remote, she turned the volume up as I edged out the door.
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