So, there I was standing outside the same shop where I saw the crazy man with no pants just a few days ago. That shop clearly has some sort of magic-weird-trouble-crazy-attraction thing going on!
Anyway, where was i? Ah yes, the shop.
So it was another early morning, and there i was, waiting for the shop doors to opens so I could buy some breakfast.
I wasn’t alone.
There were a number of other early birds waiting with me. Each one of them trying really hard to not look as tired as they felt so early in the morning.
I was happily warbling away (in my head) to the music on my iPod, when I glanced across the street, and noticed, what I thought, was a friendly wave between two friends departing each others company.
Now I have been known to have the nickname “Neighbourhood-Watch-Girl” (I believe it was meant as a term of endearment). No really, it was!
Anyway, as I cast my ever-suspicious eyes across the road, I noticed that it was, in fact, a war of words between a group of youngsters (I have other words for them, but they may read this and I’m scared of them), and a “grown-up” man.
Well, it began to escalate and before I knew it, the young lad was throwing punches …. and traffic cones …. at the “old” man (ok he wasnt old – maybe 35) and gyrating his hips at him in a “threatening manner”.
So of course, being Neighbourhood-Watch-Girl, I was having none of it! I pulled out my mobile, and dialled the emergency number. (I know! Brave huh).
As I waited for the call to connect, I kept a watchful eye on the aggressive, cone-throwing, gyrating trouble-maker.
When, in my ear I heard “You have no new messages”
Having lived in this country for almost 10 years, you would think I know that 911 is NOT the emergency number but rather…My Voicemail Number!
Clearly the world needs more than Neighbourhood-Watch-Girl.
I’ve cancelled my fitting for my super-hero outfit.