Euston to Euston

I'm heading home yesterday from this event, wearing my newly-acquired Euston t-shirt. Having spent the afternoon with my Old Man, I walk down to the tube station and I say to the guy in the ticket window 'Euston, please'. He spots the t-shirt as I'm saying that, and I spot him spotting it, and we smile at one another. 'Why Euston?' he asks. I reject the idea of explaining the reason. 'Why not?' I answer. 'Yeah, why not?' he agrees. When I get to Euston, several of the people working there who notice the thing seem tickled. 'Hey, Euston!' they say.

It's a sign.