You know how it is. It's a Friday afternoon. You e-mail a colleague about transport arrangements for a meeting and before you know it you've digressed. I am not sure how it happens. Possibly it was my fault for the digression.
Here is the he said - then she said - then he said of it below. See if you can spot when the conversation went off course:
Hello,
Just thinking about the means to get to the meeting on Tuesday. I take it the 5:30 meeting time is confirmed?
Almost certainly looking at getting the 4:15/4:30 carriage from the station.
Would you like to join me or have you other arrangements?
Greville.
Sir, I will merrily join you in the horseless carriage - shall we rendezvous at ticket barriers?
Yes. Sounds good. Er… that’s that then.
Ok… I still have a bit of time to fill so here is a story I was told last night.
DTD has a friend who has a holiday home in Spain. DTD's friend spotted a little stray dog outside for a few days in a row and so began leaving food out for it. Quickly the dog became more confident of her and before long was happily staying with her. DTD's friend decided since no one was claiming it, to keep the little dog as a pet.
At the end of the summer holiday, she decided to return to her house in Britain and took her new dog with her. Apparently it is pretty easy to get a dog from Spain to the UK without too much interference from officials.
Now in the UK, DTD's friend was worried as she also had a pet cat which stayed in her UK home and it was clear the two pets did not get on. One night she heard a commotion and yelping and by the time she got to the source she was greeted with the dog sitting in the corner and a dead cat in the middle of the floor.
Unsure what to do, the next day she decided on taking the dog to the vet so it could be examined. The vet looked at the dog and said: “That’s not a dog – that’s a big rat”
It turned out that what the girl thought was a dog was a hairy, giant, mutant rat.
I’m not having it though.
Greville.
Ahh, the old "Mexican Pet" gambit, eh?
http://www.snopes.com/critters/lurkers/mexicanpet.asp
Rats look like rats. It's hard to disguise their rattiness.
Although The Killer Shrews (a 1950s...erm...classic that I bought) did try it the other way round: dressing collies (badly) to look like giant, killer rats/shrews.
That actually happened to my generic friend. He had a collie dog but recently bought a shrew as a second pet and then there was a spate of apparent ritual killings of women in the local neighborhood - the killer leaving a skinned frog as a calling card at each scene. An eye-witness described the killer as definitely a collie dog. Well, my generic friend obviously got the dog put down immediately and the killings stopped. It was about 2 months later when he was checking for whites in the shrew’s wardrobe (he was doing a white’s wash himself, so thought nothing of it) when he discovered a hand tailored shrew-sized jacket and trouser suit rudamentally stitched from collie hairs on a hanger.
Turns out the shrew had spent days picking up the hairs shed from the collie dog, weaved a suit and then went out at night knifing innocent women for a couple of weeks.
No one knows why – but my generic friend blames himself.
Greville.
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