Daily Blague

Six year-old on a bus complains, in today's Metropolitan Diary, that he'd rather be in a taxi. His aunt consoles him thus:

"Henry, there's someone on this bus listening carefully to what you're saying and on one of these coming Monday mornings, we will be reading about this scene in the Metropolitan Diary."

The story continues: "Smiles crept across both boys' faces."

So many Metropolitan Diary stories recount bad behavior on buses that I'm wondering if the contributor of this anecdote, knowing that it would fit right in, didn't simply make it up.

And what about the "slim" seventy year-old who was jogging alongside the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir while toting Mad Ave shopping bags at shoulder height, "to avoid dirtying them as she ran"?

Has Campbell Robertson simply found a new column?