The people looked like ants beneath him. There was a distance of several hundred feet down to the pavement. He suddenly remembered some comedian or other talking about the Tower.
"If you threw a ham sandwich off it," he had said, "it would build up so much speed on the way down that it would kill somebody."
This wasn't necessarily funny, but he wondered if it was true.
He had a sandwich in his bag. It wasn't ham, it was egg mayonnaise, but the principal was the same.
He took it from his bag, removed the clingfilm and lobbed it over the side. He watched as it descended.
A seagull swooped and grabbed the falling sarnie, ending his experiment.
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