Let’s say you get up at 9am and go to the local petrol station to buy the paper. Once inside there are four guys ahead of you waiting to pay. One of them is about 6 foot tall with multi-coloured tattoo sleeves on both arms. His mate is shorter. As the queue shuffles ahead, the shorter guy makes some adjustments to his outfit ….
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He pats his white hard hat down tighter on his head, and pushes his wrap-around sunglasses further up his nose.
He becomes transfixed on picking something off the front of his knee-length blue apron … something stuck in the middle of the union jack section.
With the item finally dislodged, he sets about fiddling with the knot that’s biting into his neck.
Loosening it makes the Aussie flag hanging down his back fall further so it’s almost touching the floor.
Finally he turns to the queue and ….
Frantically waving the tiny Aussie flag in his left hand he shouts ‘Happy Australia Day!’
Then just to be sure he staggers back, and to avoid falling over, slams a hand into the Turkish Delights adding ‘I’m pretty gone, yeah?’
‘Yeah mate’, answers the guy in front of you, while the rest of the queue suddenly develops an intense interest in various items around them, which proves pretty tough on the guy standing next to the feminine hygiene products.
Payment made, the pair stagger out and you hear yourself saying ‘I’ll give him until lunchtime’. Your fellow queue mates are less optimistic suggesting two hours would suffice.
On the way back to your car you noticed the tall guy walking through the carpark, his mate schlepping far behind, laden down with four large bags of ice hugged tightly to his chest. It leaves you pondering ….
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Given that the closest houses are at least 15 minutes away … at what temperature does hyperthermia kick in?
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Here’s hoping grandma isn’t holding out for ice in her gin and tonic.
Happy Australia Day everyone!!
