I'm sitting quietly on the Red Line, heading home on a Friday afternoon after a long work week. Then I hear a commotion behind me, and turn to see a guy sitting with his legs in the aisle, his knees propping up a piece of cardboard covered with a felt, holding three bottle caps.
The Shell Game is on!
Except I wouldn't allow it.
I get up, walking past him saying, "You're not doing that here."
I walk up to the customer assistance button and press it twice. I tell the motorman about the shell game, and give him a description: Tall African-American man in his 50s wearing a red Kangol cap.
As I walk back to my seat I see he's gone, already having moved to the next car.
At Belmont, I see him exit the train and strut down the platform in his red cap. The motorman comes down to the car, and I tell him what happened and reiterated the description. He radios it in, moves back to the lead car, and we proceed to Addison.
I wave good-bye to red Kangol man on the platform as we roll past him.
(Image courtesy of Wikipedia.org: "The Conjurer" by Hieronymus Bosch. The painting accurately displays a performer doing the cups and balls routine, which has been practiced since Egyptian times. The shell game does have some origins in this old trick. The real trick of this painting is the pickpocket who is working for the conjurer. The pickpocket is robbing the spectator who is bent over.)
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