in the shadow

Until I join Lothian Road my walk in in the mornings is usually pleasingly free of suits and their accompanying silly little (though evidently dense if this bloke's flailing counterweight of a right arm was anything to go by) bags and their blaring business-speak (or (worse) discussions of the activities filling their (necessarily extremely limited) spare time). There's usually the odd solo suit clicking leather-soled-shoefully along King's Stables Road who will usually not further disrupt the calmness beyond their footfall. Very occasionally they are of overall benefit to my morning journey; if they're not wearing clicky heels, not barking at a physically present colleague or vocally posturing away on a portable telephone and not dragging a tiny little bag on dinky plastic wheels (making more noise than even a large group of speaking-people, especially in the tunnel) then they can be observed without annoyance-frown, though puzzlement-frowns may be employed from time to time when attempting to understand their behaviour. Why does he not wear the bag over his shoulder? Is it to protect the fabric of the shoulder of the suit and not flatten the light padding these things contain? Has he foolishly bought a bag (or received one as a freebie with some aftershave from the look of it) with no shoulder-strap? Does he consider a backpack unsuitable as a business-bag? Did he not have something he could hold in his free hand (perhaps the jacket he doesn't really need) to help him balance or does his commerce-biased brain disdain simple physics?