Well, there seems to be a few bus stories on my list.. God knows by...
When reading this, please bare in mind that I moved to this city as a fresh faced 18 year old from the country.. The town I moved from had a population at the time of 1,700 or so. The first building I worked in had a population of 6,000! So, you could say that it was all a bit of a culture shock.
1. I once fell asleep on the 95 bus to the city.. I was supposed to get off BEFORE the bridge.. But ended up in the city. I was only new to this grand city so really didn't have a clue how to get around just yet.
Meanwhile I am late for work, and I had to figure out which train to catch back to the North side.. Scary for an 18yr old country girl in the middle of a crazy city.
2. I once caught the wrong bus home... I don't even know what bus it was, once again, young, nieve with obviously very bad eyesight.
The delightful bus driver and I were chatting, it was late at night.. He realised I was a country bumpkin fresh to the city who had absolutely no freakin clue.. So, against the rules, he drove me home.. How's that for customer service.. Thank you State Transit!
3. I was catching a bus from the Airport to the City early one Monday morning after being away for the weekend. I was getting off the bus at Central Train Station. I was exiting from the rear carrying a lot of baggage, however clearly I exiting the bus fast enough for other passengers. During this process I was pushed from behind thus thrusting me forwards like a horse coming out of the starting post although, not quite as gracefully...
Needless to say, I was laying half on the foot path and half in the gutter with my body partially under the bus with luggage ahoy and passagers trampling all over me. I wanted desperately to see the funny side of it, but all I could do was cry.
Not one miserable bastard attempted to help me up while I layed there half on the foot path and half under the bus.. It was then I realised it was a "dog eat dog" world and I was on the bottom of the food chain. It was time for this country gal to smarten up and grow some balls... So I picked myself up before the bus ran over me and I limped off with my head held high.
4, This one isn't entirely bus orientated, but it does include a bus trip!
I am one of the many flights from the city to my home town in the country. It's a Friday night.. I haven't been home for a while, so feeling a little home sick and missing my Mum's awesome cuddles.
So, plane goes to land in my home town, and due to minimal visabilty (damned fog) we cannot land. Which means we have to travel onto the next airport which also happens to be a three (3) hour drive further down the coast.
So, the airline had to charter a rikkety old bus to transport us back up the coast.. Arriving at 12am, tired, emotional.. Once again, crying..
5. Apparently according to the list I lost my keys at the train station circa 1998.. Apparently there is a story behind this incident. That must be a suppressed memory, because I'll be damned if I can remember that!
Is it any wonder I don't do public transport these days..
PS. My beautiful, talented and smart neice has informed me that I have missed a bus story!
6. In 1995 travelling on the bus up the coast to Sydney for a job interview with my pregnant sister. I actually think that we got lost in the city at some point... I actually think this memory is rather suppressed.. Clearly I was traumatised lol.
Anyway... Travelling on the bus on the way home, we sprung a leak... One of the inside rear tyres blew and from memory the bus driver couldn't change the tyre and we had to wait for AGES for another incompetent to come along... Needless to say, we were delayed getting home once again.
I'm so going to stick to trains, planes and sedans from now on.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
If I was a Superhero....
The reason why I am called "Spiderpants" by some close friends.
I used to own a 2br unit in the West.. It was quaint, sunny and homely. It had two balconies, one off the lounge room that overlooked the driveway and car park and another off the main bedroom that overlooked the clotheslines of which I rarely used in the five (5) years that I lived there, I used a clothes horse on the balcony.
One particular day I was bringing in the washing that was on the bedroom balcony and dumping it on the bed whilst talking to a good friend of mine. At some point during this process I realised that I had inadvertently provided transport for a large hairy spider of some description, at this point I screamed, jumped up and down flapping my arms around like an emu trying to take flight all whilst still on the phone. Needless to say, the phone was dropped and I managed to scoop the spider up in a work skirt, hooking my thumb into the belt loop, I ran onto the balcony and flung the shirt high in the air knowing it was securely hooked around my thumb, thus flinging the spider far far away whilst keeping the skirt secure.
What I didn't factor into this maneuver was if there were any other articles hooked up in the skirt. Sadly, whilst I kept my skirt I watched the spider go soaring through the air closely followed by a pair of my black lacy knickers which lost momentum and floated to a gentle landing on the balcony of my neighbour directly below who happened to be a young single guy.
CRAP! How am I going to get them back without drawing attention?
Where is the fishing rod? I fly down to the garage.. No fishing rod.. Damn!
So, I made an executive decision.. They can stay there until he (or a poor unsuspecting girlfriend) removes them.. I figure it's best to cut my losses and not say a damned thing, let him wonder how a pair of lacy black knickers got on the balcony.
Needless to say, those knickers stayed on that balcony for a good few weeks before being thrown off the edge.
I then sent them to knicker heaven... They had served their purpose in this life. It was time for them to have some peace.
I used to own a 2br unit in the West.. It was quaint, sunny and homely. It had two balconies, one off the lounge room that overlooked the driveway and car park and another off the main bedroom that overlooked the clotheslines of which I rarely used in the five (5) years that I lived there, I used a clothes horse on the balcony.
One particular day I was bringing in the washing that was on the bedroom balcony and dumping it on the bed whilst talking to a good friend of mine. At some point during this process I realised that I had inadvertently provided transport for a large hairy spider of some description, at this point I screamed, jumped up and down flapping my arms around like an emu trying to take flight all whilst still on the phone. Needless to say, the phone was dropped and I managed to scoop the spider up in a work skirt, hooking my thumb into the belt loop, I ran onto the balcony and flung the shirt high in the air knowing it was securely hooked around my thumb, thus flinging the spider far far away whilst keeping the skirt secure.
What I didn't factor into this maneuver was if there were any other articles hooked up in the skirt. Sadly, whilst I kept my skirt I watched the spider go soaring through the air closely followed by a pair of my black lacy knickers which lost momentum and floated to a gentle landing on the balcony of my neighbour directly below who happened to be a young single guy.
CRAP! How am I going to get them back without drawing attention?
Where is the fishing rod? I fly down to the garage.. No fishing rod.. Damn!
So, I made an executive decision.. They can stay there until he (or a poor unsuspecting girlfriend) removes them.. I figure it's best to cut my losses and not say a damned thing, let him wonder how a pair of lacy black knickers got on the balcony.
Needless to say, those knickers stayed on that balcony for a good few weeks before being thrown off the edge.
I then sent them to knicker heaven... They had served their purpose in this life. It was time for them to have some peace.
Significant incidents of a somewhat unfortunate kind....
I've been having a bit of a clean up in this household...
Why do we collect so much... STUFF! Admittedly, I am not a hoarder, I like to live simply. Yes I can get a little lazy and leave things lying around, lord knows I have my good days and bad days just like the rest of us.
I cleaned out the guest room yesterday. There was some paperwork that had made it's way there a few months ago during renovations and a housemate moving into the "office", so things just got put where there was an empty space.
As I have put in for a job in the country I figured in the off chance that I am successful I really should start to get this house into some form of order to streamline the process should I have to move.
Anyway... During the clean up, I found a list of.... Let's say "incidents" that have occurred during my life.. Some of them I have already forgotten about, others are still vivid. I thought, in the effort of trying to retain these memories that I would share them with you one at a time over a few weeks in no particular order.
Feel free to nod off, skip forward or log off at any time I won't be offended!
I hope you enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed reliving them.
Why do we collect so much... STUFF! Admittedly, I am not a hoarder, I like to live simply. Yes I can get a little lazy and leave things lying around, lord knows I have my good days and bad days just like the rest of us.
I cleaned out the guest room yesterday. There was some paperwork that had made it's way there a few months ago during renovations and a housemate moving into the "office", so things just got put where there was an empty space.
As I have put in for a job in the country I figured in the off chance that I am successful I really should start to get this house into some form of order to streamline the process should I have to move.
Anyway... During the clean up, I found a list of.... Let's say "incidents" that have occurred during my life.. Some of them I have already forgotten about, others are still vivid. I thought, in the effort of trying to retain these memories that I would share them with you one at a time over a few weeks in no particular order.
Feel free to nod off, skip forward or log off at any time I won't be offended!
I hope you enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed reliving them.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Illness of an avid reader...
Dear Ol'bastard
I am sorry to hear that you haven't been well... I do hope that you feel better soon.
Some tips for you:
1. Please refrain from using ladders. They cause nothing but strife and it is advised that you do not use them in the presence of cats (of any colour).
2. Please avoid using heavy machinery/equipment for the next few months. Heavy machinery used incorrectly can cause serious harm to one that is not experienced. Please take care and get some training before operating equipment such as drills, chainsaws, electric kettles and whippersnippers (please note that ladders may also be included in this).
3. Avoid machinery whilst under the influence of prescribed drugs. I think this goes without saying, however, you are a mere male, and let it not be said that I didn't warn you about the dangers of climbing a ladder under the influence of Viagra.... Whoops I meant Oxynorm.
4. You might wanna put your glasses on. But ensure you secure them around your neck on one of those ol'lady/man strings.. I'll buy you one and pop it in the post for you. DO NOT use a shredder unless you are either wearing your glasses or they are on your desk or neatly tucked away in your walking frame.
5. Teach the dog to dial 000. She might need it too should you happen to run over her... Again.
I do hope these few tips have helped and that you have a speedy recovery.
Chin up!
I am sorry to hear that you haven't been well... I do hope that you feel better soon.
Some tips for you:
1. Please refrain from using ladders. They cause nothing but strife and it is advised that you do not use them in the presence of cats (of any colour).
2. Please avoid using heavy machinery/equipment for the next few months. Heavy machinery used incorrectly can cause serious harm to one that is not experienced. Please take care and get some training before operating equipment such as drills, chainsaws, electric kettles and whippersnippers (please note that ladders may also be included in this).
3. Avoid machinery whilst under the influence of prescribed drugs. I think this goes without saying, however, you are a mere male, and let it not be said that I didn't warn you about the dangers of climbing a ladder under the influence of Viagra.... Whoops I meant Oxynorm.
4. You might wanna put your glasses on. But ensure you secure them around your neck on one of those ol'lady/man strings.. I'll buy you one and pop it in the post for you. DO NOT use a shredder unless you are either wearing your glasses or they are on your desk or neatly tucked away in your walking frame.
5. Teach the dog to dial 000. She might need it too should you happen to run over her... Again.
I do hope these few tips have helped and that you have a speedy recovery.
Chin up!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Feet up in the stirrups please...
I have a flash back to a joke that I once heard about a woman who was going to see her Gyno and was running late and gave herself a wash with her daughter's face washer and ended up with glitter decorating her giny like she'd been bedazzled by fairies...
It's been 7 months since the operation to scrape, burn and cut cancer cells from my cervix. After the surgery the surgeon had a brief chat to me and said that he was happy with the outcome and that he did have to cut a fairly large chunk out of my cervix and performed a dilation and curettage (D&C) while I was on the table.
Three (3) months after the operation in October I had to see Dr N for a check up and for her to give me the results from the operation which indicated that all the cancer cells had been captured, killed, burnt and it was looking positive :) However I did have to heal for six months before I could have another pap smear.
So, fast forward six months to February, I've just been to a formal funeral.. I've been standing in the soaring 36+ degree heat for at least four (4) hours in full dress uniform (including woolen vest). I am sweating like a sinner in line for confession and feeling a little woozy.
Why didn't I bring a bottle of water... In fact, why didn't ANY of my colleagues bring water? There were at least a thousand of us standing in the heat at attention for an extended period of time.. It's a wonder one or more of us didn't drop like a fly!
So, I have to leave Donny's funeral early to get to the hospital to see Dr N. On the way there I have the air conditioning in the car going at full belt so that I am not smelly and sweaty when I get to the hospital.. Wishful thinking? Probably! I had to stop on the way there and buy two bottles of water to rehydrate otherwise she may have me passed out in the stirrups! (don't try and imagine that cause it will just have you in counselling for the next 12 months!).
Fortunately I found parking easily for a change (the gods must have been with me) and I get there just in time. Dr N is prompt as usual and was a little shocked at my appearance and questioned the "pomp and ceremony" in which I was dressed.
Dr N is one of those Doctors who really seem to care. She is very friendly and easy to talk to. I have to admit that I've been very fortunate when it comes to all of my specialists and my GP.
So, Dr N and I have a chat.. We discuss my test results again, she explains the procedure that she is about to perform which involves a scrape of cervical cells, testing them with a few different solutions including vinegar and iodine to see if the cells react. If they react there is still cancer present, if they don't I am essentially cancer free!
So, a test of the cells comes up with no reaction... I hear Dr N give a little giggle (holy crap have I got glitter?) and she tells me there is no reaction! I could just hug her (if I wasn't on the table in a compromising position) Dr N also tells me that my cervix has healed well and looks "beautiful"..
So, Dr N does a pap smear.. Results come back to my GP in a fortnight, however, essentially going by preliminary tests, it's pretty safe to say that I am footloose and cancer free! How chuffed am I!
It's been 7 months since the operation to scrape, burn and cut cancer cells from my cervix. After the surgery the surgeon had a brief chat to me and said that he was happy with the outcome and that he did have to cut a fairly large chunk out of my cervix and performed a dilation and curettage (D&C) while I was on the table.
Three (3) months after the operation in October I had to see Dr N for a check up and for her to give me the results from the operation which indicated that all the cancer cells had been captured, killed, burnt and it was looking positive :) However I did have to heal for six months before I could have another pap smear.
So, fast forward six months to February, I've just been to a formal funeral.. I've been standing in the soaring 36+ degree heat for at least four (4) hours in full dress uniform (including woolen vest). I am sweating like a sinner in line for confession and feeling a little woozy.
Why didn't I bring a bottle of water... In fact, why didn't ANY of my colleagues bring water? There were at least a thousand of us standing in the heat at attention for an extended period of time.. It's a wonder one or more of us didn't drop like a fly!
So, I have to leave Donny's funeral early to get to the hospital to see Dr N. On the way there I have the air conditioning in the car going at full belt so that I am not smelly and sweaty when I get to the hospital.. Wishful thinking? Probably! I had to stop on the way there and buy two bottles of water to rehydrate otherwise she may have me passed out in the stirrups! (don't try and imagine that cause it will just have you in counselling for the next 12 months!).
Fortunately I found parking easily for a change (the gods must have been with me) and I get there just in time. Dr N is prompt as usual and was a little shocked at my appearance and questioned the "pomp and ceremony" in which I was dressed.
Dr N is one of those Doctors who really seem to care. She is very friendly and easy to talk to. I have to admit that I've been very fortunate when it comes to all of my specialists and my GP.
So, Dr N and I have a chat.. We discuss my test results again, she explains the procedure that she is about to perform which involves a scrape of cervical cells, testing them with a few different solutions including vinegar and iodine to see if the cells react. If they react there is still cancer present, if they don't I am essentially cancer free!
So, a test of the cells comes up with no reaction... I hear Dr N give a little giggle (holy crap have I got glitter?) and she tells me there is no reaction! I could just hug her (if I wasn't on the table in a compromising position) Dr N also tells me that my cervix has healed well and looks "beautiful"..
So, Dr N does a pap smear.. Results come back to my GP in a fortnight, however, essentially going by preliminary tests, it's pretty safe to say that I am footloose and cancer free! How chuffed am I!
Bring on the swiss cheese!
To be honest, I was really apprehensive about my latest visit to Dr H. Frankly I was expecting doom and gloom and took the whole week off work so I could wallow in self pity.
Dad, Aaron and I wonder on down to the Hospital. This is Dad's first experience with any of my medical appointments. Mum wasn't able to attend due to a Dr appointment of her own, so she sent Dad instead. It is also a good opportunity for a Daddy Daughter visit to Bunnings :). I am only allowed to go to Bunnings with adult supervision otherwise it could get expensive.
Anyway.....
So, we wonder in.. Wait for about half an hour and I help a lady with her bracelet that she can't put on (god alone knows why she thought the doctors waiting area was a good idea to put in on, but, anyway...).
Dr H calls my entourage and I in, introductions are made.. He remembers Aaron and seemed interested in meeting Dad, asked where Mum was and then it was down to business.......
So, I have one additional lesion in a frontal lobe.. However, after my 90 minutes in the tunnel of doom and a syringe of contrast, what lesions I have in my brain are NOT active. Effectively making my MS stable! No, but wait, it gets even better! As a bonus, I do not have any lesions in my spinal cord! Yay!
The lesions that I have have remained stable, they have not expanded nor have they shrunk. Apparently lesions could disappear all together.
Technically because I am stable, Dr H sees no point in putting me on Meds because I have not had any other obvious "episodes", which could include numbness down one side of my body, weakness in a limb or another situation as before when I have Optic Neuritis (swelling of the optic nerve resulting in loss of vision)... BONUS! He however wants to see me if I have another episode and would like to monitor my progress on a six monthly basis. We had a discussion regarding diet and vitamins.. Which resulted in me giving him a run down of what vitamin suppliments I am on, including 2000 international units (IU) of Vitamin D which most MS patients seem to be lacking. However, he has insisted on a blood test to check my vitamin levels.
For those interested in what a lesion looks like, I have included some pictures of my brain and circled the obvious lesions in red.
Dad, Aaron and I wonder on down to the Hospital. This is Dad's first experience with any of my medical appointments. Mum wasn't able to attend due to a Dr appointment of her own, so she sent Dad instead. It is also a good opportunity for a Daddy Daughter visit to Bunnings :). I am only allowed to go to Bunnings with adult supervision otherwise it could get expensive.
Anyway.....
So, we wonder in.. Wait for about half an hour and I help a lady with her bracelet that she can't put on (god alone knows why she thought the doctors waiting area was a good idea to put in on, but, anyway...).
Dr H calls my entourage and I in, introductions are made.. He remembers Aaron and seemed interested in meeting Dad, asked where Mum was and then it was down to business.......
So, I have one additional lesion in a frontal lobe.. However, after my 90 minutes in the tunnel of doom and a syringe of contrast, what lesions I have in my brain are NOT active. Effectively making my MS stable! No, but wait, it gets even better! As a bonus, I do not have any lesions in my spinal cord! Yay!
The lesions that I have have remained stable, they have not expanded nor have they shrunk. Apparently lesions could disappear all together.
Technically because I am stable, Dr H sees no point in putting me on Meds because I have not had any other obvious "episodes", which could include numbness down one side of my body, weakness in a limb or another situation as before when I have Optic Neuritis (swelling of the optic nerve resulting in loss of vision)... BONUS! He however wants to see me if I have another episode and would like to monitor my progress on a six monthly basis. We had a discussion regarding diet and vitamins.. Which resulted in me giving him a run down of what vitamin suppliments I am on, including 2000 international units (IU) of Vitamin D which most MS patients seem to be lacking. However, he has insisted on a blood test to check my vitamin levels.
For those interested in what a lesion looks like, I have included some pictures of my brain and circled the obvious lesions in red.
Question:
What would happen if a moth fell in love with a butterfly (or vice versa)?
The moth sleeps all day... The butterfly sleeps all night...
The moth sleeps all day... The butterfly sleeps all night...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Vale Donny Deppeler 31/01/2011
What a funny ol' fella was Donny!
You were an institution mate! You will be sadly missed.. I will miss your big hugs and kisses and the cheeky voice on the other end of the phone. I will miss your requests for a date and marriage even if you were old enough to be my father..
I am glad you died doing something that you loved. I guess it would have been the way you wanted to exit this world, behind the wheel of your favorite vehicle wearing your uniform proudly.
RIP Donny x
You were an institution mate! You will be sadly missed.. I will miss your big hugs and kisses and the cheeky voice on the other end of the phone. I will miss your requests for a date and marriage even if you were old enough to be my father..
I am glad you died doing something that you loved. I guess it would have been the way you wanted to exit this world, behind the wheel of your favorite vehicle wearing your uniform proudly.
RIP Donny x
Wanted for questioning
Tuesday I get a phone call from the Police...
They have Jason's phone records and they are investigating his death. They note that I am one of the last people he called before he passed away.
I get asked a series of questions and informed that I may have to come in for further questions.
Now I am thinking that there may be foul play involved with the death of Jason. Not only that, is has dredged up feelings and emotions that I was starting to get over since his death.
I am once again at a bit of a loss. Perhaps it's time I visited him.
They have Jason's phone records and they are investigating his death. They note that I am one of the last people he called before he passed away.
I get asked a series of questions and informed that I may have to come in for further questions.
Now I am thinking that there may be foul play involved with the death of Jason. Not only that, is has dredged up feelings and emotions that I was starting to get over since his death.
I am once again at a bit of a loss. Perhaps it's time I visited him.
Random act of kindness
On my way home tonight I figured it had cooled down enough to get a tank of fuel, plus I was down to possibly only 50kms of fuel left which inspired me to pull into Caltex to fill up..
This particular Caltex is very popular and has approximately 5 rows of bowsers.. This means there is about four (4) bowsers per row.. Of those 20 bowsers there is only one (1) diesel bowser. I drive a diesel.
As I am pulling in, some dipshit of a woman is driving a little white Mitsubshi Mirage in front of me with her left hand indicator on, but she is veering to the right. She is confusing not only me, but another guy in a ute in front of me. She clearly has no clue where she is going, she is obviously looking for the right place to get her fuel.
Where does she end up? At the one and only diesel bowser! Seriously, she has numberous others to choose from, yes she goes directly there! Meanwhile, ol'mate in the next row has a flat battery on his Toyota Hiace. Blokeybloke the Plumber tries to give him a hand, but the jumper leads won't reach.. So, I wind my window down and offer my car... Plumber fills his car and decamps
Now, my car (Dorry) is only 2 years old and I don't even know where the bloody battery is! So, I position Dorry close to Ol'mate's van and pop the bonnet and we proceed to look for the battery. This is when I realise that Ol'mate is not only partically blind, but deaf too!
So, I have my head under my bonnet, yelling at Ol'mate over the diesel engine looking like a fool because I don't have a clue where the battery is.. I locate what I THINK is the battery and just to be sure check the user manual which isn't all that "chick friendly" however it did have pictures which didn't really mean much.
Enter random blokey stranger who informs Ol'mate that we shouldn't be doing this with my car because it will fry my computer (no shit Sherlock!) but I do recall my mate Jen telling me that either the negative or the positive has to go on first, but I cannot remember which one.
So, Ol'mate thanks me very much for my time and I get back into the car to fuel up and my place in line has been taken by a monstrosity of an Audi (Mosman Tractor)... It's owner has finished fueling and is walking back with mobile in hand, he appears to be texting.... So I wait.. He is still texting while standing at his car door.. Texting... Texting... I'm thinking "get in your fucking tractor and drive off moron so other's can fuel up".. Texting.. More texting, this goes on for what seems like 5 minutes.. Finally he gets in the car, and stuffs around with the seat belt.. I am thinking "any moment now...", so after he fixes his make up and adjusts the mirror he is off and I realise that the price of diesel has gone up since I first got there.
DOH!
This particular Caltex is very popular and has approximately 5 rows of bowsers.. This means there is about four (4) bowsers per row.. Of those 20 bowsers there is only one (1) diesel bowser. I drive a diesel.
As I am pulling in, some dipshit of a woman is driving a little white Mitsubshi Mirage in front of me with her left hand indicator on, but she is veering to the right. She is confusing not only me, but another guy in a ute in front of me. She clearly has no clue where she is going, she is obviously looking for the right place to get her fuel.
Where does she end up? At the one and only diesel bowser! Seriously, she has numberous others to choose from, yes she goes directly there! Meanwhile, ol'mate in the next row has a flat battery on his Toyota Hiace. Blokeybloke the Plumber tries to give him a hand, but the jumper leads won't reach.. So, I wind my window down and offer my car... Plumber fills his car and decamps
Now, my car (Dorry) is only 2 years old and I don't even know where the bloody battery is! So, I position Dorry close to Ol'mate's van and pop the bonnet and we proceed to look for the battery. This is when I realise that Ol'mate is not only partically blind, but deaf too!
So, I have my head under my bonnet, yelling at Ol'mate over the diesel engine looking like a fool because I don't have a clue where the battery is.. I locate what I THINK is the battery and just to be sure check the user manual which isn't all that "chick friendly" however it did have pictures which didn't really mean much.
Enter random blokey stranger who informs Ol'mate that we shouldn't be doing this with my car because it will fry my computer (no shit Sherlock!) but I do recall my mate Jen telling me that either the negative or the positive has to go on first, but I cannot remember which one.
So, Ol'mate thanks me very much for my time and I get back into the car to fuel up and my place in line has been taken by a monstrosity of an Audi (Mosman Tractor)... It's owner has finished fueling and is walking back with mobile in hand, he appears to be texting.... So I wait.. He is still texting while standing at his car door.. Texting... Texting... I'm thinking "get in your fucking tractor and drive off moron so other's can fuel up".. Texting.. More texting, this goes on for what seems like 5 minutes.. Finally he gets in the car, and stuffs around with the seat belt.. I am thinking "any moment now...", so after he fixes his make up and adjusts the mirror he is off and I realise that the price of diesel has gone up since I first got there.
DOH!
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