During a family visit yesterday my neice, a student, told a story of one of her student friends who had gone down to London to house sit for relatives and enjoy the capital in one and the same act.
The family had an old dog that was obviously on its last legs and so the family gave the girl the address of a vet should the inevitable happen before they returned. Sure enough, a few days into the stay the dog died. Looking at the Vet's card she realises that the surgery is a few stops along the underground and so, being resourceful, she comes up with a plan to put the dead dog into a suitcase and take it to the Vet.
All goes well with the journey and soon she manages to lug the case off the train and head towards the exit and the dead dog's final escalator ride when a young bloke offers to help her with her load. Taking the case he escorts her towards the escalator and engages her in conversation about her case. Not wishing to use the, "I've got a dead dog in the case," line, she tells him she's a student and the bag contains her clothes, laptop and stuff.
Nearing the top her hero races off with the suitcase and vanishes leaving the hapless heroine alone at the top of the escalator, sans case and dog - neither of which were ever seen again!
Well made me smile.
Pax
2 comments:
Hah!
I thought this story had the ring of something urban and mythical, but then again it is such a funny story it was worth reiterating.
That said I have one of my own which also appears in various forms and yet was true, but it is fun to consider.
Pax
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