ANYWAY, this guy was being good, going very slow, the dog was young and actually pulling him along. The man had a plastic bag or two to pick up the poopies, and was rolling along with a load in one of them.
What, I wondered, would Lizzie or one of her Victorian contemporaries make of this?
Lizzie (peering into the Camera Obscura): My, what a lovely day. Oh, is that a person on some kind of wheely-thing?
Kash: What are you looking at? Oh, yes. Those are called 'roller blades"
Lizzie (continuing to peer, making an evaluation): How very clever. Oh, there's a Jack Russell Terrier with him. Look!
Kash: Very cute. Theyre my favorite.
Lizzie (smiling fondly): Oh they are playful! What has that the young man in his hand?
Kash: That's a plastic bag
Lizzie: A bag? For his lunch?
Kash: Er, not exactly
Lizzie: Oh, then for the dog's lunch?
Kash; No. We have public health ordinances that require dog walkers to, er, pick up after the dog. The plastic bags are for the dog's...leavings
Lizzie (understanding): I see. How very sensible.
She continues to peer into the Camera Obscura and then turns to Kash.
Lizzie: So, one hundred years into the future, people will be rolling around on wheels carrying bags full of...
Kash: Shit. Yes, Lizzie. We will be rolling around the Public Gardens with little bags of shit.
Lizzie turns away from the Camera and covers it with a green velvet cloth.
Lizzie (with subtle, but definate sarcasm): You are quite advanced in the 21st Century. "Roller blades" and all. I so envy you...
