Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Ah yes, the joys of Collingwood, Smith Street. A fairly dodgy area, used to be even dodgier with its drug dealers lining the streets. It’s cleaned up a fair bit but today made me think otherwise.

I had breakfast out today for the first time in ages with a friend I hadn’t seen in eons - she had baked eggs with smoked trout whereas I had black rice (it’s sweet, in case you’re wondering, like pudding rice) with yoghurt topped with shaved coconut and chopped mango. Yummers.

So I’m heading back to my car when I see a topless man trying to break into someone else’s car. He shouts in explanation that he’s trying to get into his own car but I don’t believe a word of it. I was in a side street and all by myself so I’m a little scared to call the police. I just got out of there as quickly as I could.

As I’m driving home, a utility (for my American readers, similar to a pick-up truck) cuts in front of me. This is fine, but a moment later this massive sheet of plasterboard it is carrying in its back tray goes hurtling out and crashes to the ground in front of my car. If I had’ve been any closer it would have hit my windshield and done some serious damage to my good person I believe.

And this is all before lunchtime. People get up early why exactly? *grin*