Coming second in a race with a bus but pretending you weren't actually chasing it in the first place.

While gangster leaning at the back of the second floor of my comutitron3000(The old bus) this morning I perked up considerably, as did most of the bus crowd, when I saw a desperate flurry of arms and legs scrambling down the road in cold pursuit of a lost cause, the Bus. When they realised they weren't going no where on this bus they pretended they hadn't wanted to get the bus at all, in fact they were only joggin.....in their suit and tie with their briefcase. He slowed from red in the face puffing sprinter to carefree early-morning stroller in a transformation that singularly failed to fool any of us. He surprisingly didn't do a warmdown and/or stretch, I bet he regrets that now.