Welcome to As The Platform Fills, a series reporting on the latest sightings, observances, and events taking place right here — outside our office — in downtown Minneapolis overlooking the Nicollet Mall Light Rail Platform. The lives we observe are complex. The dramas we record are real. Things get weird. Stay tuned for more real platform action. #17: Diet Coke and Key, 50th Street / Minnehaha Falls Station, 9:02 AM It was a cool, brisk morning as I hurried to catch the train. I was late to work and feeling a bit like a loser, although glad that my lateness would save me fifty cents. Reveling in this small pleasure, I approached the platform's pay kiosk. Then I saw it. They sat as a pair at the base of the metal support beam, like some kind of mystery clue: an open can of Diet Coke and a very small silver key.
My breath caught in the base of my throat. Not in fear, but excitement. Wonder. Confusion. Then, panic! Did I have my camera? No. But I had my trusty cell phone, a white Sanyo Katana. And while it's no iPhone (which I'm okay with) and sounds like a clicky makeup compact when you close it, it does have a built-in camera. I snuck it out of my black pleather purse — more of an oversized bag, really, $35 from Aldo — and flipped it open. A couple nonchalant button-pushes later and I've got it recorded. Relief. Now, what is this about? While the two objects are placed near each other, maybe they have nothing to do with each other. But they might have everything to do with each other. Or am I just paranoid? Knowing the Republican National Convention is in town has everyone on guard, so that might be the source of my suspicion. But others have agreed, this Diet Coke and key thing is just weird. The key is what really gets me. It's as if someone placed it there and wants us to figure out what it's for. Any ideas?
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[...] Original Liina [...]
Here is an exciting discovery: Our cell phones make the same little beeping noise because we have the same one. Oh, the places the platform blog can lead you...
This is the only plausible solution to the mystery: the key was definitely set there by some sort of secret agent. It was a hand-off to the next agent, who has to take the key and open the safety deposit box that it leads to, where he or she will find some sort of important, intriguing, and certainly dangerous item that will help them achieve their top-secret mission. The coke was there to throw people off. It has poison around the opening, so that any spies who try to drink it will be rendered unconscious within seconds and thus unable to steal the key and use it for their own malicious intentions. DUH!