I stopped smoking.
I went to the servo in Victoria Parade and pumped up my tyres. It must have been 1 psi from the tyre sensor telling me it was soft.
It was a gorgeous morning. The sky broke into Simpson’s clouds over the Warrigul Road turn off. Lovely bluish sky with fluffy clouds... it was like I was flying, as I came down over the freeway hill. I wanted to take a photo, I tried to find my camera, in my bag next to me, but do you think I could? No. Damn! I found it once the moment had passed, unsurprising really.
Food Farmers provides lunch in the subsidised dining room for whoever wants it. It's nice.
Today some woman bought in her 3 year old, 4 year old, 5 year old, I don't know how old the little brat was, all I know is he was a noisy little cunt. The kid made a high pitched “Woo, Woo, Woo,” noises continually for the whole time I was trying to relax and eat my lunch. It was like trying to eat with a fire alarm sounding constantly.
The mother made the vaguest attempts to quieten the kid down. She said his name half-heartedly 3 times, as she chatted away to the other staff, essentially ignoring the little monster. She seemed to know the people in the dining room, despite me having never seen her before. She clearly didn't care who the kid disturbed as long as she could have a break from him.
The little brat wandered over to me, next to the main door, with his toy car/boat/plane, or whatever it was, in his hand, still, “woo woo woo’ing.”
It is me, or you kid, I thought. So, I got up and opened the door for him and out he went, just like that.
Oh, it had to be done. The little shit was disturbing everyone, and, you know, if the mother wasn’t taking any notice of that well, then, maybe she needed to be reminded the little brat was her responsibility, and not everyone else’s.
Finally, it was quiet. Lovely, I thought. Peace.
His mother was really upset when she discovered where he was out in the car park with the cars coming and going. As upset as I was by her little sprog’s constant noise, as I tried to eat my lunch? Maybe? Maybe not? But at least it was quiet.
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