There I was, minding my own business, coming home from a modest shopping trip, and standing on the ‘down’ escalator. It had been raining, of course, and I was holding a half folded umbrella as I thought about why I hadn’t bought a striped top in M&S. It wasn’t particularly busy, but there was an old lady with tightly permed grey hair on the step just in front of me.
A couple of young men in a hurry were overtaking everyone on the escalator, but as the second one reached me, his anorak got caught on the handle of my umbrella. He tugged, then had to keep stepping backwards until we could disentangle it.
“Ee, pet” said the old dear in front of me. “I think you’ve hooked a man!”