I’m not even inside the shop yet, and there’s plenty to see. As I walk from the car to the door of my shop, there is:
– a man holding his dog up and moving it’s huge paw up and down to make it wave at someone through the bakery window.
– a collision at the bin between two older couples who say, ‘Oh goodness, sorry, ‘ to each other.
-three young tradesmen running across the road toward a four door ute, and one takes the driver’s seat and flips the bird at the other two. They look at her, and then get into the back seat and look at each other.
-there’s a little black dog in a parked car barking hysterically at the dog who is still waving through the bakery window.
– a lady has put up the flag for the art gallery, and is now standing talking to two other ladies, and they all have their arms folded and are nodding.
– someone keeps calling hoky doky – it goes on and on. I go outside to put up my open signs. I can see the hoky doky person. It’s a man in a cherry coloured jumper and forest green work jeans, now walking toward me pushing a wheelbarrow loaded up with a rake and a three pots. He calls back to a waving lady, ‘Hoky doky, I’ll get it.’
– a lady in black jeans and orange boots walks past fast. She passes the wheelbarrow, walking while looking at her phone. She has another two phones, one in each back pocket.
– two men are now standing at the window deciding. ‘Rudyard Kipling or James Joyce…’ One man says into his phone, ‘He’s still looking.’ The man looking has a black beanie and a spectacular pair of purple glasses.
-two ladies walking side by side pass them, and one says, ‘I’d like to see the sun today.’
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