Sunday, shopping in Victoria Street, Abbotsford.
One of the Victoria Street types stops. “You’ve got the most beautiful bulldogs,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Then he did a kind of Lancelot Link arm gesture. And a small jig.
“There are a lot of businesses that have gone under.”
Maybe, I think. It is a pandemic.
“What we’ve got to do is buy them all up before the Chinese do.”
“Oh, do we?”
“Yeah, before it’s too late.”
“I think most businesses are still owned by Australians.”
“No, haven’t you seen what is going on, the Chinese own all the businesses.”
“Maybe around here.”
“No, everywhere man,” he said. “We’re at war with China.”
“What?”
“We’re at war with China, man.”
“We’re not at war with China.”
“Yeah we are man, you don’t know we’re at war with China.”
“No, we’re not at war with China.”
“Yeah, we are man. At war with China.”
“Ah, no we are not.”
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