‘It could only happen to a salesman’
SALESMEN GET UP EARLY. They have to catch trains, negotiate motorways, get to meetings on time. It’s part of the daily sales task.
On this day, I was on my way to Kings Cross to catch a train. The time was around 6.30 am, maybe 6.45. I live in London on one of the wide, leafy, neo-Georgian streets north of Marble Arch. It was a beautiful late summer morning: blue skies, sunny clear light. No-one about, no cars. ‘Not so bad to get up early on a morning like this’ I thought as I locked the front door. I turned to walk down the street towards the station. As I walked, I noticed a box van parked on the yellow line opposite the car parking bays.
The van advertised things like bread rolls and pitta bread from Park Royal. Park Royal is just down the A40 from London and professes to a number of small bakeries. The headlights were full on. No-one in the driver’s seat. ‘He won’t start that up in a hurry if he doesn’t get back soon,’ I thought. But as I walked towards the van, I saw it move. ‘He must be in the back’. I walked round the back. Surprisingly, the shutter blind was pulled down leaving only a small gap, perhaps 9 inches. I bent over and looked in.
What I saw, I have never seen before or since. It was the driver, a tall, slim, good-looking chap with dark hair. He was crouched, reaching forward. The thing about him was he was stark naked. Not even socks. He also clearly didn’t need any Viagra; or he had just taken a couple of tablets. He reminded me of the Bayeux Tapestry, the scene of the returning soldier. I couldn’t see the object of his desires who was (hopefully) hidden amongst the bread trolleys.
He turned his head towards me. ‘Your headlights are on’. ‘Thanks mate’, he said and he gave me the thumbs up. I continued on my way to the station. I didn’t want to miss the train.
As walked down the pavement and away from the van, I mulled over what I had seen. Why there? Who could the girl have been? At least the bread trolleys seemed empty and the buns delivered!