In the supermarket this afternoon I was diverted by a man who strode powerfully through the crowds of shoppers, his mobile phone clamped to his ear, his empty basket swinging freely, endangering anyone who happened to be in the way of his hugely important path.
Everything about his demeanour said: "Don't get in my way, I am far too busy and important to look where I am going."
As he walked past me, a trail of dazed and impressed shoppers in his wake, I overheard him speaking to someone.
"Yeah. I'm in the supermarket. The bread aisle."
All my illusions that he was negotiating with kidnappers, or orchestrating a huge corporate buy-out were dashed. He was probably just checking in with his wife to make sure he didn't come home without the correct brand of muffin. Gah.