A Young Trollop

How nice it was to get through to end of last week and get home Friday evening with a weekend ahead with no picking. The customers bowled a bouncer or two but we managed.

During the week Gord had told me he may go to Fountain Gate shopping centre on Saturday and I toyed with the idea of going with him on the bus to do a bit of Christmas shopping. I bought two Myki tickets a few years ago and have never used them so when I was in the newsagents in Emerald on Friday to buy my weekly Tattslotto tickets I asked the delightful Mary to check the Myki cards. She said yes they were still valid until April and they had $20 on them.

So I went with Gord, we caught the 10.57am from Gembrook. Including us there were only four people on it. Another two got on at Cockatoo and then four young girls at Emerald. Two of these sat behind Gord and I and one of them spoke loudly and continuously all the way, every second sentence contained the word "like" and alternately, "fucking". She was about fifteen I guess. It was the only downer to an otherwise very pleasant trip as I was enjoying not having to drive and the scenery offered by the more elevated position from the bus as opposed to a car driver's seat.

When it comes to bad language I'm not usually offended as it is used often in everyday situations and in movies. It is I think an accepted part of today's society but it is usually used with some context to a situation or in emphasis to a point someone is making. This girl just used it constantly as part of her sentence formation. I could only think how terrible it would make me feel if a child of mine spoke like that in a public arena let alone in a more private setting. I can honestly say I have never heard my sons use that word and they are 30 and 29 years old.

I was so glad not to have driven, the car park was packed out and the traffic crawling around looking for spaces was heavy. As we went over the bridge over the freeway it was banked up as far as you could see and static or crawling. Motor City madness.

After Gord showed me where JB HIFI was and I bought two new charge connecting cables for the mobile phones (Lib's no longer worked and she needed to use mine to charge her phone and her Ipad as her cable for that was damaged too), we went our separate shopping ways with plans to be at bustop at 3.10pm to go home. I headed to Myers to look for perfume for Lib first then a bookshop and various stores for odds and sods including socks and underwear which I now have a good stock of new.

A Morrocan lamb burger at 'Grilled' before meeting Gord at the bustop and a relaxed trip got us home at 4pm. The young couple who got on at Cockatoo on the morning trip were also on the return trip. They were quiet and reserved and after they alighted I watched them walk across McBride St hand in hand and I thought of the juxtaposition with the foul mouthed trollop from Emerald. I'd say she'd have bright future in management....of a brothel.

I watched the last few races at Flemington and was happy to see My Survivor get up paying $61 the win $9 the place which gave me a nice profit for the day.