I opened the door and there was a well dressed lady of about 55 who skipped any greeting and went straight to an exasperated "Is this your dog?" A cute little dog of undetermined breed stood off to the side of her wagging it's tail and looking up at me. "No, it's not my dog." "Well I was walking and this dog started following me. He just kept on following and so I said GO HOME and it came here." "How strange, but it's not my dog, I've never seen it before." "I don't know what I'm going to do because he won't stop following me." "I'm not sure what to tell you." She just shook her head and turned and left with the dog following her.
As I caught up with all 6 legs of them she said "I've already missed one train this morning, I don't know what I'm going to do with this poor thing." I smiled and said "I don't know either, good luck!". The dog looked at me, looked at her until she gruffly said "Come on" and they turned down the laneway off in search of new beginnings.
I didn't miss my train but I did perhaps miss an opportunity. If I'd just said "Yes! Sparky! Where have you been?" and taken the little fella in, I could have called in to work, had them courier me the paperwork and I could have started an adoption leave. I'm not much of an opportunist first thing in the morning.