... but she took her fucking time.
With all this traffic and the glacial speed at which she travelled, it was becoming harder and harder to find her.
We needed to think of something ...
Dogs ... dogs ...
The first thing that sprung to mind was a dog collar around her neck and a long leash. But. Alas. No. Besides being a little impractical, I wasn't sure whether the other riders would see me in a favourable light as I tugged her along impatiently.
I needed something that would reflect poorly on her, not me, which is the natural order of things.
What about cats?
Cats ... cats ... of course! Cats! How could we be so stupid?
The solution was so close it could have hit me in the face. Which it did.
