Now, we’re not sure if the Australian girls at the Tolbooth the other night were trying to do a runner or not but when they suddenly got up to leave at the end of the music round, I was surprised (they’d been doing well in the quiz and clearly enjoying it up to this point).
So why leave now?
They seemed to be moving towards the front door somewhat hastily. They seemed a little flustered.
Now, to get out the front door of the Tolbooth they have to go past me and, as I prefer to do when someone is leaving, I engaged them rather than ignored them. The idea is that maybe I’ll find out why they didn’t fancy finishing the quiz, perhaps give them a voucher for next time, etc.
Anyway, I stopped them to chat. The apparent reason they needed to “catch a bus”.
A bus? To where? To Australia? From the Canongate?
Anyway, they would have been away, out the door and up the road if I hadn’t stopped them for a word, and this gave Nick the bar chief JUST enough time to notice who they were.
“Ahh – excuse me ladies…” he says “…don’t you still need to pay for your food?”
Ahhh, they had ‘forgotten‘ about the macaroni and cheese (which is suspicious in itself, seeing as how the Tolbooth mac-and-cheese is of unforgettable quality.
So they paid, of course (by card) and left. I was left chatting with Nick about whether they meant to do a runner or not.
Of course, there’s no way we could be sure but we reckoned about 70 per cent “Yes”. We’ll never know.
What’s the best runner you’ve ever pulled?
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