I was sitting in the pub on my own. I was waiting for BJ, who was coming from work, and his two mates who were here visiting. I thought BJ’s mates might arrive at the pub before BJ so I was on the lookout for foreign people who looked like they might be looking for someone.
A man of the right age walked by my table and it seemed that he was looking around. He didn’t have a wife with him, but I thought he might have left her by the door while he scouted. He continued on to the far end of the pub and I waited to see if he would come back. Come back he did, so I spoke to him.
Morgan? Are you Morgan?
He approached my table and leaned in a bit.
Are you Morgan? Are you looking for BJ?
He looked slightly taken aback.
Are you looking for BJ?
Uh, no, I don’t think so.
And then he hastily retreated.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later when I was recounting the story to BJ that I realised what had occurred.