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?”


Ah, beautiful Albany.

[Thanks John Bosich for the pic.]

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When I'm not writing I'm doing paid work in Communications or International Relations, being mum to two teenage boys, attempting to maintain a reasonable marriage, and constantly adjudicating the battle between my inner feminist and inner domestic goddess, goddammit.

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