Australian conversations: The petrol station queue

While waiting in line to pay at the petrol station in Albany, a middle-age woman of somewhat dishevelled appearance walked in from the driveway speaking loudly on her phone:

“Who’s driving my Commodore?

If you don’t get out now, I’m calling the cops.

If you don’t get out now, I’m calling the cops!

Don’t ‘okay’ me … d’ya want me to come home and flog the fucken shit out of ya?”

Albany

Ah, beautiful Albany.

[Thanks John Bosich for the pic.]

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2 thoughts on “Australian conversations: The petrol station queue”

  1. Hi JB. When I read this page on my iPhone via Facebook, I got a lot of ads in between your stuff. You know, all those ones trying to hook you in. I suppose it’s just part of the free hosting but I did get a surprise when I saw them. CH

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