Baggage

I was sitting behind 2 people on the Eurostar this week. They were work colleagues and he was married. They flirted constantly during the 2 hour journey becoming more giddy and reckless with each glass of champagne. “Eventually we will kiss and then everything will change”, she said and then they did. I wrote a note on a Eurostar paper napkin which read “Don’t cheat on your wife and kids. Don’t shit on your doorstep. It only ever ends badly” and slipped into his bag on the overhead rack. I wonder when he will read it. I wonder if his wife unpacks his luggage for him.