A brief sidetracking off the highway to drudgery:
Today my sister and I were on what was possibly the best Connex service ever. We managed to identify which shade of blue we do not want 'our' future car to be, and it certainly won't be lavender. We also came across a man who either had the world's worst seeing eye dog/poodle, or perhaps he was just wearing sunglasses because he felt like it - the fact he was carrying a small dog on a leash implies nothing. We were listening to the new Eskimo Joe record and agreed that a lot of it wouldn't sound out of place in a redubbing of The Breakfast Club soundtrack. Freeze frame! At Flinders, we then witnessed a couple of gentlemen who were dressed awfully like Vincent Vega and Jules from Pulp Fiction after they are paid a visit from Harvey Keitel's Cleaner character. There's something inherently suspicious about two men wearing bad tshirts and shorts on a 15 degree day, that's just my opinion.
Exhibit A can be found right at the end at about 3:15.
Oh in case you didn't notice that throwaway line, my sister did indeed pass her driving test and we're looking for a car to smash around for the next couple of years. I won't say how many times she took to pass, not even I know the number for sure. Cheap shots aside, I look forward to playing "Would you drive that?" while pointing at cars out the window of various methods of public transport. My current favourite is a race between a forklift or a wheelie bin. On the upside, a bin has ultra low fuel consumption and is very low maintenance. On the downside, it's the transport of choice for the hosts of Jackass. That really burns my style.
One last thing before I leave you for the time being. Someone should remind me that this day every year shall be known as "Hate on Cassandra Day". No need to explain why since it should seem so self explanatory to everyone who isn't Cass or myself. Just remember to BYO megaphone.
