The Secret In My Coat Pocket
Language: en
I was on the Amtrak heading back from a business trip when the girl in the seat next to me fell asleep. Her head drifted, eventually landing right on my shoulder. For six hours, I didn't move an inch. I barely even breathed. When she finally woke up as we pulled into the station, her face turned a deep shade of crimson. She stammered out an apology and a thank you. I just smiled and told her it was no big deal. That night, as I was unpacking in my hotel room, I realized my wallet was lighter. Exactly nine hundred and ninety dollars lighter. I thought I’d been pickpocketed. I stripped off…