So we flew and we flew, and we landed in London. And it being about ten o'clock in the morning, we chilled for a while, got some lunch, and went for a walk.
We stayed at the Capital Hotel, about a block from Harrod's, one of the finer small hotels I've visited. Upon check-in a bottle of chamapagne and a small bottle of whiskey was sent to both rooms (the kids' and ours). My wife still doesn't know about the whiskey to the kids' room, as I quickly pocketed it. She worries enough as it is.
Our hike through London was more or less uneventful, at least at first. We walked up to Buckingham Palace, watched that for about five minutes and then headed to Piccadilly.
We milled through the Holiday crowds, made our way to Charing Cross, and then began the trudge home (or at least hotel) - ward.
We stopped briefly in some sort of pharmacy, purely to check the map under brighter light. A woman came dashing up to us, calling "Are you Americans? Please, are you Americans?"
I was a bit depresssed that it was as obvious as that, and refused to answer her or to acknowledge her existence.
I might have been a bit more politic were it not for her spiel, which she began as soon as she caught up with us. "MY GOD, I'm, glad I've found you," she said. "We've need of an American family, TONIGHT, for a photo shoot for McDonald's, related to the Olympics. It will only take an hour or at the most two of your time, and we'll pay 3,000 pounds apiece (four of us, do the math) for your time.
The conversation (much abridged):
Iceman: Still or video photography?
Crazy English Chick: Still
IM: And you're going to pay us 12,000 pounds for two hours work?
CEC: Right!!
IM: Go away.
CEC: But why? It's easy money!!!
IM: There's no such thing, this stinks, go away.
IM'SW (Icemans's wife): Oh come on, Iceman, don't be such a grump.
CEC: She's right, it's easy money! Let's all get in the car and go shoot some pictures and make some money!
IM: Car?
CEC: It's right around the corner, I just have to call it.
IM: You said this was still photography?
CEC: YES!! Of course I did. Why?
IM: Well, why the fuck would you pay anybody twelve thousand pounds just because they're American, when there's loads of white people around here and there's a Gap store right over there? (it was within eyesight). Buy a hundred dollars worth of clothes and put then on some Norwegians. Who's gonna know the difference?
CEC: Because we need Americans!!!!
IM: If this was America, I would have already shot you. Fugoff.
IM'SW: Iceman, be nice.
IM: Then you get in the car. The kids and I are walking.
IM'SW: Twelve thousand pounds!!!
CEC: Easy money!!!
IM: I'm walking, I'm taking the kids, and if you (talking to CEC) come within a hundred yards of me, I'll have the cops (I may even have said "Bobbies") on you in a heartbeat.
IM'SW: Wait up, I'm, coming.
IM'SW: (seconds later) Twelve thousand pounds!!!!
IM: Shut it.
CEC: Yelled something, I wasn't listening.
So I may just be paranoid, or maybe we escaped getting robbed/kidnapped/whatever. Who knows.
Tomorrow: On to India. If I get a chance to write.
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