What a morning...
As I came down the stairs this morning, I slipped down the last couple of steps. [Am I the only guy on earth who uses "couple" to mean two or three? No, just checked dictionary.com, it's valid usage, and I'm normal.]
Anyway, I winded myself with a stair to the small of the back, a new one for me. That wasn't funny.
Then when I stepped off the morning train, I was witness to something that made me chuckle quietly to myself.
A blind woman and her trusty guide-dog jumped off the train ahead of me. Without hesitation, the guide-dog headed straight over to another guide-dog, and they said Hi.
This involved a bit of walkin' in circles, a bit of tail waggin', and a bit of butt sniffin'. (Shalini made me realise that they may have grown up together at Guide-dog school, or even be related.)
Their owners were not impressed.
"Could you please move your dog away?"
"No, could
you please move
your dog away?"
"Actually, could you please -
move - your
- dog - away?"
It was clear to everyone
else that both of them were blind, and as I wandered away, I felt that they would worked that out too.
Eventually.
