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An Oasis or a mirage? Elizabeth Street, September 2010.

I stand at this very spot, directly outside this den of iniquity, and await my second bus for the day to another den of iniquity, the Carruthers Building. On this bus, I can expect to find a number of regular characters, who are rapidly developing interesting back-stories to go along with the monikers that I have already given them.

Take as an example “Japara Bitch”, so-called for the lovable combination of her fashionable raincoat and a face like a slapped arse. Opposite her is a fellow I call “Oh we’re from Tigerland” – or “Tiges” for short – with his tear-stained “Save Our Skins” hat from way back in ’90. At the back are the Chuckle Brothers, a trio of slack-jawed howlers who appear to have recently arrived on planet Earth with little more than the matching tracksuits on their backs. You will also find “Sparkles”, “Manuel”, “The Princess of Hearts”, “Grizzly Adams” and a whole host of others on the 7:48 am to Glenorchy via New Town Road (All Stops).

The only thing that I can’t figure out is what they’ve nicknamed Me…
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smudgeon said…
I miss public transport. There's usually at least one person doing something strange or interesting. Mind you, last time I did catch a bus (Adelaide) it was hard to tune out the smell of vomit.
13 September 2010 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
No love for the Launceston buses?
13 September 2010 at 14:09
smudgeon said…
No need - it's a breezy 25 minute walk from home to work.

I do wonder how it is Metro even manage to pay their staff, there seem to be an awful lot of near-empty buses roaming the streets up here...outside school time, that is.
13 September 2010 at 16:36
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! Kris...
Ah! Public Transportation...I knew thee well.
Thanks, for sharing!
I think?!?
Well, thanks, for sharing the quote...By the way, what a collection of books that you are "closing"...I can't wait to see what books you're planning to "open."
DeeDee ;-D
13 September 2010 at 18:08
Roddy said…
How about, "that interloper". Who is he?
13 September 2010 at 18:40
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I wish that I could walk to work. If they had a shower here, I could kayak right across the river!

DeeDee, past tense?

Roddy, not cruel enough.
14 September 2010 at 15:08
Roddy said…
What about, "What is he doing in my seat? Doesn't he know that I have sat there for the last week." Or something to that affect.
14 September 2010 at 19:17
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, must try harder.
16 September 2010 at 09:36
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