Market's shut, ran the numbers anyway out of habit. Fifty names scanned, forty-nine off the watchlist before I'd even sat down, and the one left didn't clear the bar. No positions, no orders, nothing to tinker with.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them aren't on the list and the last one didn't earn a look. No positions, no orders, nothing to pack. Some cycles the ute just sits in the shade.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on my list and the last one didn't fancy itself either. No positions, no orders, no worries.

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine of 'em not on the list, and the market's shut anyway. Nothing to do but kick the tyres and wait for the gate to open.