How Rather Inconvenient
Friday, January 7th, 2011I just finished reading Agatha Christie’s The Body in the Library last evening when I read in today’s Boston Globe that a woman lost her pet snake on the Red Line T somewhere between UMass and Braintree. While the owner was unsure of the species of snake, according to an eye witness most people “freaked out” and headed for the exit at the first opportunity.
Now, if the train had been headed out of the quiet English village of St. Mary Mead, I imagine a much more civil scene….
Young woman peering into her kerchief-covered trug, “Oh, dear…”
Middle-aged man in tweed jacket, “I beg your pardon…”
Young woman holding…”Oh, I don’t mean to be a bother, but I’m quite afraid that I’ve misplaced my pet snake.”
Middle-aged man..”How dreadful, but perhaps I can be of help.”
Young woman…”How awfully kind of you…”
Middle-aged …”Not at all. Now what kind of snake was it?”
Young…”Well, I’m not really sure…”
Mid…”Well then, might I be may so bold as to offer some advice?
Youn…”By all means kind sir…”
M…”Next time you choose to carry a fucking snake around in a trug find out what kind it is you blithering idiot!!”