Sooo, Melbourne has been stupidly hot, as in the sort of hot that makes you stupid. The sort of hot Murphy must have loved to prank around in. Murphy being such a turd and all.
Trains and Trams have melted in the streets, old people have removed cardigans, younger people have transmuted directly into the human gaseous form, whatever that is...
A bottleshop(off license/liquor store) was selling slabs(cartons,boxes) of water!
Yep, the ole town was hot alright, people were sweating like a rapist hidden in the attic of a nunnery...
So on my way home from work my tram didnt, y'know tram, whatever the noun is to describe tramlike activity. So I took a different route, in the same compass direction ( SE ) so I could walk to a train station, then train to another train station, then finally get picked up by my much better half.
On the way a loud talking fellow gets on, for most people I'm sure loud talking is a sort of early warning sign, an indicator that there is somewhere it's best not to be around in the vicinity. This guy however has a six-pack of reasonable frothy liquid...
"Good man, do you have a spare one of those" my mouth speaks, with my brain trying to signal 'no interactions with loud talkers' too slowly.
But he gives me an option "If you really wan't one, go ahead"
Which in psychological speak is probably interpreted as "I'm not going to flat out refuse but I'd rather you didn't"
But of course, brain is not involved in interpreting this emanations and mouth just keeps on its linear track "Thanks then, I'll grab one"
Anyway, I open my new found cool refreshing buddy and start drinking it on the tram, surrounded by loud talker and numerous other wilting sapiens. Sip. Sip. Sip.
Loud talker gets off and I'm left to ponder, whether in loud talkers 'inner conversations' he ever has concerns over 'lager blaggers' and how to deal with them. Too bad, it's the heat you see, the thin veneer of civilisation and self preservation doesn't hold up well under increased thermal stress.
Trains and Trams have melted in the streets, old people have removed cardigans, younger people have transmuted directly into the human gaseous form, whatever that is...
A bottleshop(off license/liquor store) was selling slabs(cartons,boxes) of water!
Yep, the ole town was hot alright, people were sweating like a rapist hidden in the attic of a nunnery...
So on my way home from work my tram didnt, y'know tram, whatever the noun is to describe tramlike activity. So I took a different route, in the same compass direction ( SE ) so I could walk to a train station, then train to another train station, then finally get picked up by my much better half.
On the way a loud talking fellow gets on, for most people I'm sure loud talking is a sort of early warning sign, an indicator that there is somewhere it's best not to be around in the vicinity. This guy however has a six-pack of reasonable frothy liquid...
"Good man, do you have a spare one of those" my mouth speaks, with my brain trying to signal 'no interactions with loud talkers' too slowly.
But he gives me an option "If you really wan't one, go ahead"
Which in psychological speak is probably interpreted as "I'm not going to flat out refuse but I'd rather you didn't"
But of course, brain is not involved in interpreting this emanations and mouth just keeps on its linear track "Thanks then, I'll grab one"
Anyway, I open my new found cool refreshing buddy and start drinking it on the tram, surrounded by loud talker and numerous other wilting sapiens. Sip. Sip. Sip.
Loud talker gets off and I'm left to ponder, whether in loud talkers 'inner conversations' he ever has concerns over 'lager blaggers' and how to deal with them. Too bad, it's the heat you see, the thin veneer of civilisation and self preservation doesn't hold up well under increased thermal stress.
