Down Memory Street (revisited)

Today while driving through town, stuck in traffic, a couple just walked in front of our car, oblivious to whether or not we were moving, so it seemed. Simultaneously, we both recalled when, chronicled earlier in ‘Down Memory Street’, we sat in my MGB Roadster being towed along London’s Oxford Street by a friend. Back then, like lemmings, jaywalkers rushed across the street one after the other, all tripping over the towrope between us and our rescuer.

What if, we thought, our friend’s car had suddenly moved off and we’d crushed those lemmings. Who’s fault? Well I’d blame the lemmings!