Some more individuals of Sydney
Jul. 30th, 2023 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricSome recent, some simply not remembered last time I made a list
1. Real estate agent unable to unlock the finnicky stairwell door lock in order to show the apartment to potential tenants. I could get the key half-turned. Took a big islander guy with commendable wrist strength to get it open.
2. Princess, a french bulldog wearing a red harness and a black and white scarf with red border. Princess made a beeline for our picnic blanket, because, according to her human (a polo shirt gay) she "loves French cheese". When forcibly removed from our vicinity, she lay on her belly with paws stretching toward the cheese.
Me: oh no, Princess! And we have ash brie, too!
Princess: *wrenches free*
Polo Shirt Gay, despairingly: she loves ash brie.
Polo Shirt gay assured us he never thought he'd be the type of guy who dresses up his dog. Reader, he was the type of guy who, if you met him, you would look around for a dressed-up dog.
3. Family of three South Asian women on the street in Campsie. Two (a mother and elder daughter, or older and younger sister, pair) of them in traditional dress. Not saris - but the kind of cropped top that goes under a sari, and swooshy floaty skirts, and a drapey scarf/stole thing. With them, a teenager in jeans and a boxy shirt, looking very unimpressed about whatever Occasion she'd been dragged into.
4. Coworker who appears every few days around desk partition brandishing mandarins from his tree. Sometimes he leaves them with no explanation on people's desks. Most recently, I was given a lemonadefruit.
5. Same coworker, in the middle of the working morning, sitting with a garbage bin between his feet, holding a sieve, and sieving the salt from salted nuts, which he then placed in a jar. (This is not the same coworker as the one who toasted nuts in the sandwich press.)
6. Child of seven or eight on a train who was reading the train network map and telling his probably-grandparent all about the plans for the metro expansion. This was the day after they had run the first test train under the harbour, so I asked the child if he knew about that. He did not, and was very bamboozled by the idea of driving a train UNDER the harbour.
1. Real estate agent unable to unlock the finnicky stairwell door lock in order to show the apartment to potential tenants. I could get the key half-turned. Took a big islander guy with commendable wrist strength to get it open.
2. Princess, a french bulldog wearing a red harness and a black and white scarf with red border. Princess made a beeline for our picnic blanket, because, according to her human (a polo shirt gay) she "loves French cheese". When forcibly removed from our vicinity, she lay on her belly with paws stretching toward the cheese.
Me: oh no, Princess! And we have ash brie, too!
Princess: *wrenches free*
Polo Shirt Gay, despairingly: she loves ash brie.
Polo Shirt gay assured us he never thought he'd be the type of guy who dresses up his dog. Reader, he was the type of guy who, if you met him, you would look around for a dressed-up dog.
3. Family of three South Asian women on the street in Campsie. Two (a mother and elder daughter, or older and younger sister, pair) of them in traditional dress. Not saris - but the kind of cropped top that goes under a sari, and swooshy floaty skirts, and a drapey scarf/stole thing. With them, a teenager in jeans and a boxy shirt, looking very unimpressed about whatever Occasion she'd been dragged into.
4. Coworker who appears every few days around desk partition brandishing mandarins from his tree. Sometimes he leaves them with no explanation on people's desks. Most recently, I was given a lemonadefruit.
5. Same coworker, in the middle of the working morning, sitting with a garbage bin between his feet, holding a sieve, and sieving the salt from salted nuts, which he then placed in a jar. (This is not the same coworker as the one who toasted nuts in the sandwich press.)
6. Child of seven or eight on a train who was reading the train network map and telling his probably-grandparent all about the plans for the metro expansion. This was the day after they had run the first test train under the harbour, so I asked the child if he knew about that. He did not, and was very bamboozled by the idea of driving a train UNDER the harbour.