Lesson Number Three

Gut instinct is a handy little tool.  And definitely worth listening to.


Petrol Runs + Ice Junkies = An Interesting Thursday Night

So we're doing the usual stock up of fuel before another weekend adventure.

Luke does the fuel.  I go pay.  I walk out.  Junkie walks in.  Junkie says 'hi'.  I say 'hi' to junkie.  Junkie gives me a funny look.   Gut instinct kicks in.  Gut instinct tells me to hurry back to the car.  I listen.   I jump in the car. I say 'quick, go'.  Junkie decides to start running up to the car.  Luke floors it.  Junkie starts putting hand down pants.  Junkie keeps chasing car.  Junkie doesn't catch up to car (go figure).

Now maybe this is me spending too much time working in bars and dealing with drunkards, but I think hands down pants - penis.  Maybe Luke's spent too much time working on construction sites in the city, he thinks hands down pants - knife.

Thinking it over...Luke's probably the more worldly one on this occasion.  Why would you bolt after a car to show the occupants your penis?

So, Lesson Number Three - gut instinct pays off.  Or maybe the lesson should be - don't be polite to junkies, they don't seem to appreciate the gesture.

Either way, a lesson learnt.