I placed my coat in the overhead shelf like I always do and the retrieved it when we arrived at Waterloo. Little did I know someone’s drink or art project spilled up there and when I took my coat off at work I saw that my right sleeve had a stark white and slightly chalky stain on it. It looked like a cursive number 2.

It came easily but I couldn’t help but wonder what people I walked past thought. And admire how it was perfectly at shoulder patch height on my arm. Almost as if it had been put there on purpose.

Almost.

I think this is further sign that I am being culled from the pack. 🙂