Do you believe in businessmen? I didn’t either until one night in late February, much like this night. It was also like last night, and it will most likely turn out to be quite similar to the night that comes, say, four days from now. It was a spooky night, not unlike the rest of the nights of February, when I met the businessman. I was on the way home on my daily walk (I go for a walk everyday) and I’d gotten a late start this time, so it was already dark. Suddenly… my phone rang. I reached for my pocket and pulled it out so I could answer. It was my flatmate, calling to ask if I was okay. “Hey, you’re out really late,” he said. “So, I was calling to make sure you didn’t fall down a manhole or something like that.” “I’m fine, Gary,” I replied. “I’m actually not that far from home.” “Okay,” said Gary. “See you soon, then.” He hung up. I was starting to get hungry from minutes of vigoro