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It isn't that they can't see the solution. It is that they can't see the problem.


Jen considers heading south for the winter. Calverts Beach, February 2011.

Now that I have a window seat at work:


  • I estimate that I witness a minimum of three traffic accidents every week.


  • I estimate that I witness a minimum of nine drug deals every week.


  • I estimate that I witness a minimum of one act of physical violence every week.


  • I estimate that I witness a minimum of eight acts of verbal abuse every week.


  • I estimate that I witness a minimum of twenty three violations of the TASMANIAN TRAFFIC ACT 1925 every week.



If I were a police officer, I’d have the best operational reports in the State!

Comments

smudgeon said…
You certainly wouldn't have any problems reaching your monthly quota, what.

We get the occasional "freak out" from our next door neighbours' clients (it's Alcohol & Drug North), although we're kind of set back from the road so all we really hear is the rather vague "youse guys are dead!".
Kris McCracken said…
We've got the ADS centralised pharmacotherapy dispensary, the withdrawal unit, ADS South community team, Statewide and Mental Health Services and those whacky nephrology clients all mixing together here!
Roddy said…
You should be careful or you may end up in a witness protection program.
Kris McCracken said…
Does it pay well?
Roddy said…
No, but you do get a new identity.

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