On Sunday I was eating in this restaurant in Cabramatta. I was about seven minutes into my meal when a scruffy hobo—is there any other kind? —came in, stood there, lifted his sweatshirt and pulled out a sheathed knife. At least I think you could call it a knife, the blade was over a foot long. Proceeding toward my table, blade in a state of readiness, he then had the gaul to ask me for money. Not to fork over in a robbery like situation, but as a transaction. With no idea on the whereabouts or source of the knife he was expecting me to consider the deal. The audacity!
That is, I would have to say, the main reason I don't like dining out.
Three days to go till the Paralympics start. We came in second to the US last time, could the OI-OI-OI's of the Australian crowd help step us up? I doubt it. Cheers from the crowd do not make a better athlete. Look at the Boomers. If the Australians rested first on that Paralympic tally it would be due to sheer athleticism alone.
Tuesday, 17 October 2000 - 06:23
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