Not Quite Right

a blonde moment

And gather round kiddies to hear of a North Carlton/East Brunswick tragic
This morning, coming to work down Richardson St I was fortunate enough to witness a truly blonde moment:

A twenty-something blonde steps on to the footpath and pats herself down, arranging the black rucksack just so over the black string top and charcoal jeans (the new black).
She prances a little as she waits. I slow down, sensing a historic moment.
Her mate comes out, not so blonde, verging on the full celtic brunette, also wearing black and carrying a snappy little black rucksack. They walk to a car where the woman carrying the rucksack opens the back door, puts her rucksack on the back seat and gets into the front passenger seat. Her pal, the prancing blonde goes for the driver’s side, opens the driver’s door and tries to get in. She can't quite make it. Not a big car and the rucksack is in the way. Me - I have come to a complete stop by this time about two meters away from the spectacle. She gets out and leans over and struggles with the seat adjuster for a bit, either the seat is already right back or it is too tricky. She tries to get in. Sort a three quarter fit, can not shut the door when she tries. She goes for the steering height adjustment. Not quite enough. She gets out...
At this point the morning traffic is getting a bit toey about me just parked in the road so I have to move on, wondering. Did she take off the rucksack? Did she get her pal to drive?

I come from a complete family of ex-blondes (those cute children, etc) so that might explain some things. But our hair colour was natural and changed as we matured. Then (for me) it started moving to my ears eyebrows and nose.

posted by dougi @ 5:31 pm