I saw something this evening that was both amusing and adorable.
Let me start with a question…
If you saw an article of clothing fall out of a stranger’s rucksack as they walked by and they hadn’t noticed, would you pick it up and run after them?
I think most people would.
Well that’s exactly what I saw happen this evening as I was walking to the tube station. Only, on this occasion the stranger was a London jogger.
For the uninitiated, a London jogger tends to be quicker than a regular jogger. This evolution of speed has adapted itself over the years so the LJ can nimbly negotiate the cruel and unrelenting London traffic (and the types of dawdling twats you only get on the pavements of this fine city) like Lycra clad urban ninjas.
So anyway, this jogger ran by and something fell out of her rucksack onto the floor. The LJ hadn’t noticed and continued running.
A woman bent down, picked up the scarf type item and called out to the LJ, but she couldn’t hear through the music she was listening to on her headphones.
“This will be interesting”, I thought.
I slowed down, naturally.
The woman then decided to run after the LJ waving this article of clothing as if somehow the flapping of material would create enough breeze to alert the runner.
I looked away briefly to cross the road as I didn’t want to get hit by a car (I’m no urban ninja) and when I looked back she was still running after the LJ, a further 50 metres up the street! You’ve got to respect her resilience!
She finally caught up with the runner, handed her the scarf (or whatever it was) and then proceeded to bend over and pant like a knackered dog. The LJ was rubbing her back and saying what looked like “are you ok?”
It’s moments like these that lift my spirits; not only because it’s funny, but because it renews my faith in people.
That is until I encounter the inevitable pricks on the tube.