“Look at ‘em down their George”
“What?”
“Look at ‘em!”
“Who?”
“Those people down on the sand.”
“Why?”
“There are hundreds
of them, thousands even. They come here as soon as the weather warms up and just bloody take
over the joint! They’re like bloody
pigeons.”
“Where are the pigeons?”
“No, George. They’re like pigeons! They come down here, sit
in big flocks taking up all the sand, and just dig holes! I mean, what is that all about anyway? What are they looking for? Then they run into the water and just as they
are about to get wet, they turn and bloody run away again! You either want to go for a swim or you don’t!
“What?”
“The bloody people, George! Ah just forget it.”
“Hey Alan?”
“Yes George?”
“Where’d all these people come from?”
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr…”
Why is it when I read this that my inner monologue is a heavy Aussie (occa)accent!?
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