Where ever you travel, if it be a park or on a tour bus, there is always that person that stands out from the rest. Here, it’s a man in the next site to us. He was out the front of his van when John backed Syd in, you could tell he was going to make some comment.
“Why doesn’t he drive in”?
“Because the power box won't be on the side we want it” I answered. As if I had to give any reply.
This guy is in town for four weeks he told us. He and the guy the other side of us are like two old women, they sit side by side every afternoon, the women seem to hide inside. Our friend told us not to go to Rocky’s Pool, “nothing there and since the rain the unsealed road in would be unsuitable” he was right, we drove the 50klms out to find we couldn’t go any further..
Our friend ran into trouble with our neighbour opposite. The other guy had got permission to wash down his car, our friend complained to the manager, a few words were exchanged, like “If you have anything to say, say it to me, not the manager”,
Our friend hasn’t been outside much this afternoon.
There’s always one.
On a bus tour a couple of weeks ago, one lady knew it all. We were on a mine tour, the bus/ tour guide was telling us the first death had occurred at the iron ore facility, she knew there had been another death, the tour guide backed down. It went on and on the whole morning, the poor guy just went along with it.
He discovered as the morning went on that this woman had moved into his neighbourhood.
There’s always one….
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