To Know Me Is To Love Me...

My photo
Suave raconteur and dinner party favourite. Once held the Olympic torch, has delivered newspapers to prime ministers, shaken hands with Prince Charles, wrecked Jason Donovan's skateboard, climbed 300 metre granite cliff faces, surfed with dolphins, appears on community radio and is in demand for these and the accounts of other thrilling exploits!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

They look through your rubbish bin

This will be one of my more bizarre posts.

For a couple of weeks now the on ramp of the Eastern Distributor that I take coming home has had a suspicious looking red plastic bottle on the side of the road. The more I noticed it the more the more I realised 1) The council doesn't clean up the side of the road often enough and 2) it began to look more and more like a male genital enhancement device (a P$nis Pump).

Which got me thinking. What if it was? Why is there on the on ramp? Who threw it out the car window (or truck or bus or taxi...)? What if it was a gay guy on a date, had been talking up his endowerment (I made that word up) and was afraid of the moment of truth. So he goes to the porno store, gets the pump and is furiously trying to 'fix the problem' while driving. Then has to throw it out the window 'to hide the evidence'.
Or maybe its a hens night.
Or maybe an enraged lover flings it from the moving car.
Or the Bishop is driving a Nun to the church. She finds it asks what it is...

The possibilities as a story are great! But today, while driving home I saw it had gone. The street cleaning machine had been and swept it up. Whoever flung this device onto the on ramp may have had to drive by it every day. The shame like the beating of the Tell Tale Heart as he passed it, accelerating to join the rush of traffic on the motorway.

And now it is gone.

No comments: