Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Tire Fever

The contractors faithfully ding donged just after 8am this morning to collect their imphathla still residing in our yard. I drove out the gate a little while later, a relatively simple act, which today nearly resulted in me having to change my shorts. 

I was so busy contemplating why the two fellows lounging on the bank under a big shady tree already required some shut-eye having just started work; that I nearly beheaded the chap snoozing in the road. I kid you not! There he was catching some serious zzz's, shirt off, stretched out and extremely well camouflaged against the dark background of the tar, his body covering most of the left hand-side of the road. 

Granted that side of the road is still fairly well littered with debris yet to be scooped into a wheelbarrow, but my hat...... it doesn't take a genius to realise that having a little dudu in the road is a pretty good way to commit attempted suicide! I hooted harshly as I swerved past his head and left him staring after me, dazed and confused and possibly wondering what all the fuss was about! Can I get an E I S H

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