I hated him

My e-mail back to Jacquie, with a tale of my own about him...

When I last worked in Manhattan (2010) I would take the E train from Port Authority 4 stops to Lexington Avenue. One morning I got on the subway and found a seat, next to which sat a cute woman's handbag, which I assumed belonged to the person sitting next to it.  Most passengers exited the train at Lexington as it was the last stop before Queens, and as I got up, a gentleman said to me, "Miss, you forgot your handbag."

The car was mostly empty of people, and there sat the purse, so I took it.  I know you are suppose to turn things like that into the MTA, but I looked inside on my way up the escalator and there was cash, house keys, a make-up bag - someone's personal things that I was sure, had I turned it in, would have been stolen.  I decided to take it up to my office and see if I could find the owner myself by something contained in the bag.

There was a key fob for a health club that had an ID number, so I called them and explained that I had found the purse and would they be kind enough to call the owner of the bag and give them my office number.  Within half an hour, a young woman called me and said she had gotten on the train in Harlem and her purse had travelled all the way without her and without anyone taking it.  She said she would come to my office to pick it up.  She did not seem upset that she had lost her purse, or that impressed that I had found it, and her.

I met her in the lobby of my office building that afternoon - she was a tall, pretty young woman, and we chatted for a minute as I told her the story of her lost bag face to face.  I asked her what she did, and she said she was Sting's personal assistant.  She tried to give me $20, and then went on her way.  

I have never liked Sting - his only work that I like were his mod King role in the film Quadrophenia, his part in the dark and weird 80s film Brimstone and Treacle, and some very early Police stuff.  I hate his solo work and the fact that ALL of his album covers are photographs of his face.  Your story does not surprise me - he seems completely arrogant.