Council Maintenance! Yay!
As I walked past the nursery on Frederick St, panning the cellphone as I went, this chap walked into shot on the other side of the road, so I clicked the camera. As you can probably judge from the scowl he was not a happy chappy. This became obvious when he started yelling at me for taking his photograph.
Judging from his accent he was not local; possibly Congolese? While I might have been a little unsure of his accent the words, ”Hey, you white piece of shit. I break your phone you take photos of me.!’ were easily understood. This charming greeting was followed by similar vernacular yells pertaining to procreation, old white people, and other delightful ditties not usually found on a family blog of this nature. Old? Bloody cheek of the man! I was trés miffed.
In fact, I was almost inclined to suggest he wash his mouth out with soap then take the knee like Premier League footballers.
At one point during this brief tirade I thought he was going to cross the road to confront me. Fortunately this didn’t happen otherwise Cindy would likely have either tried to lick him or run away!
Racist abuse. A first for me. Left me feeling quite bemused.
Such excitement, and it wasn’t even 8:30 in the morning!
Happily, I was greeted by this sight as I reached my gate.
Deliveries are a weekly occurrence for the business but we had yet to avail ourselves of personal deliveries, now a feature for many since Covid. When we added up the cost of the delivery for the 32 items we ordered and took into account what we would have spent on petrol and parking not to mention time spent traipsing around the supermarket it was a no-brainer. I smiled knowing fresh, warm croissants would be part of my breakfast, and this nice chap received a good tip for his trouble and a couple of cupcakes!
He was spared a lick from Cindy!