Wherever where my friends and I seem to go…there is always a seedy man waiting to raise an eyebrow, show off a toothless grin and the classic, when we had “Giddy up!” yelled at us (I wish I was joking about that one). Yes, it’s creepy and we never know whether to tag team them or run away in horror.
The scariest thing is that nowhere is safe from these vile creatures anymore. My most recent encounter was the once innocent Westfield Shopping Centre at Chermside. Waiting at the entry of the shopping centre was like starring in a Quentin Tarantino film (Don’t get me wrong, Sin City was amazing… but it had that feel about it). I felt like a hooker when I was greeted by a man who most obviously was his own number one fan. His hair glinted under the streetlights, like the grease at the bottom of a frying pan AFTER sausages were cooked in it (Yes, that bad). “How you doin’,” he said to me- he probably thought he was the Fonz from Happy Days. I just shook my head at him, although it was highly tempting to release my middle finger…
Ingrid Rubie
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