Culture on the Cheap
Urban Fur: Special Crosstown Local Edition
One never knows who— or what— she will meet on the G trains nowadays. So you can imagine my curiosity when I spied something with whiskers and tail out of the corner of my eye. I went over for a closer look.
Me (to child on the left): Is that a gerbil in your hand?
Child on the left: Yes.
Me: What is its name?
Child on the left: Ginger Junior.
Me: What is your name?
Child on the left: Ginger.
Me (to the child on the right): What is your gerbil’s name?
Child on the right: Fishy Junior.
Me: Let me guess, your name is “Fishy”?
And indeed it was! Hey, at least these cute little furry ones weren’t rats. God only knows the G train has a plentiful supply of those already. Perhaps we should hook these guys (or gals) up with Edie?