OK, so, living in London, you do get to hear the occasionally wacky story usually they are about vw camper vans for sale or silly things that uni students end up doing. Like the time my sister tried to take an armchair on the tube, but they wouldn’t let her so she took it on the bus instead. But this story really takes the cake.
It’s a while ago now, but still within the last couple of years, that my flatmate’s girlfriend related this story about a friend of hers.
To try and keep the pre-amble brief I will simply say that this friend had been asked by her long time neighbours to look after their rather elderly dog while they were away on holiday. Being such an old dog, the owners had left instructions that if he were to pass, then to just take him along to the vets and let them know. No fuss, no drama. Needless to say, mid way through the week that they were away, the dog sadly passed.
Now, this is where things started to get interesting. Not owning a car, there wasn’t really any easy way for this friend (of my housemate’s girlfriend…) to get the, rather large, dog to the vets. But then, inspiration struck and she fetched a large, battered old suitcase from home and proceeded to package the dog up, and get on the tube to the vets.
When emerging from the train station, a nice man offered to help her with the obviously heavy suitcase, with which she was clearly struggling. Not being one to turn down such a kind offer (the man looked plenty strong enough to manage, and didn’t really need to know what was in the suitcase), she accepted. And just as they neared the top of the escalator, the man took off with her suitcase, disappearing into the crowd never to be seen again. Just imagine the look on his face when he opened it up to reveal the contents!
Oh, and the owners never heard the full story…