Dogs must be carried

[metrocentric]

Chancery Lane, ascending from the platforms.
Observing the conditions of carriage, a woman hefts up her fairly large dog into her arms and steps onto the moving staircase. The hound appears at first surprised - the roll of its eyes seems to indicate alarm - this is evidently not an everyday occurrence. But then it identifies a meaning in the action: it must be an expression of affection, so the beast reciprocates, enthusiastically licking its owner's face. This continues most of the way to the top; as I pass on the left, I hear the woman ask the beast in her arms: "Oh, you...Are we having this every time we get on escalators now?"

Conversing with someone I did not know very well in crowded, noisy premises.
How long it took, how many rounds in the exchange, for us to realise that while she had been talking of the actress, Eva Green, I was referring to the suburb, Hither Green.

Comments

[triesticity.livejournal.com]

I am a sucker for dogs and dog stories, and I like this one lots.

[that.livejournal.com]

Hither Green would also be a good name for an actress.

I like, "Oh, you." Kind of the Queen's English equivalent of, "This guy!"