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Earnestness is just stupidity sent to college.


Is says on this here street sign that the General Post Office is five minutes walk away. Now, if you can see that big clock tower there, that's the GPO. It is [approximately] one hundred metres away. Granted, there is a slight incline that (might) slow you down, but five minutes? The only response I have is:
BAH!

Time for the Sunday Top Five.

Today's topic is Five Reasons That It Might Take You Five Minutes To Walk From The Corner Of Davey Street To The GPO in Hobart:
  1. You don't have any legs.

  2. You stop to count each and every fallen leaf along the way.

  3. You get hit by a bus as it mounts the curb. Hobartian bus drivers appear to be trained to do so at every opportunity.

  4. You decide to stop and enjoy the pleasures of one of the local "beats" that can be found along the way.

  5. You are from Devonport, and consequently get confused and lost.
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EG CameraGirl said…
Bwahaha! Or you have your camera and take photos for your blog along the way. But wait! It might take me an hour to get to the PO. ;-)
9 August 2009 at 09:26
Roddy said…
You might as the early settlers may have been. In shackles.
9 August 2009 at 16:20
Tourist destination said…
heheheh just enjoy your walk... Perhaps you will learn something by walking and wandering around.
9 August 2009 at 16:33
yamini said…
Generally people use the expression "five minutes" to indicate that it would take no time at all or can be done in no time at all.
May be the signboard is not meant to be taken literally, just an expression, hmm?
9 August 2009 at 19:39
Anonymous said…
Issues with those from Devonport? do tell
10 August 2009 at 07:23
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, that could be a reason...
10 August 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, stinking convicts!
10 August 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Tourist destination, I do try. Are you a robot?
10 August 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Movie Reviews, are you related to “Tourist destination”? Are YOU a robot?
10 August 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Yamani, I am a literalist when it comes to street signs.
10 August 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent, I am from Burnie. Think of Burnie as Hamilton, and Devonport would be our Jefferson. Burnie as Rome, Devonport as Carthage. Burnie as Germany, Devonport as France. Burnie as the proletariat, Devonport as the bourgeoisie.
10 August 2009 at 09:53
Sue said…
6. You walk as slow as I do.

I could easily take five minutes to walk that...and I do have legs (albeit very short ones!!!)
10 August 2009 at 21:00
Frank said…
A street sign that tells you anything besides the name of the street, even if that anything is somewhat inaccurate, isn't seen in the USA. I think it's great.
11 August 2009 at 05:49
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, get some pep in that step!
11 August 2009 at 09:22
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, my favourite street signs are the ones near our place celebrating an award for "Best Gardens" granted by the Mayor in 1988!
11 August 2009 at 09:23
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