As some of you may have gathered I am into my fishing, I also love kayak fishing hence the username. Anyway, I am active on a couple of forums and came across this little story from a fellow yakker that may brighten your day
Enjoy
A while back I was buying a slab from the Local Dan Murphy's, bought the slab and chucked it in the tray of my ute. All good except when you pull out of Dr Dans here to get back to my place You have to pull out the drive way across 2 lanes of traffic to get in right turn lane to do a Uey at the lights.
So here I am waiting for the lights to change when I hear a bip of a horn behind me, lights still Red but I look in the side mirror and here is this bloke with a slab of Gold cans on the Medium Strip who makes a dash across the 2 lanes of traffic, this prick has just knocked off my slab out of my ute, lights still Red and heavy traffic but **** it, this prick isn't getting away with this, I put my hazard lights on jump out of my ute and start chasing this bloke across the road, he's got a bit of a head start on me but I am making ground up quickly as he's running with a slab. I get to the other side of the road and yell oi, that's my slab ya @#$%, still chasing him, well he must have seen the look on my face and shit himself cos he dropped the slab and took off, cranky that my beers gonna be all shook up but happy I got my slab back. So picked it up and started walking back to my ute where you guessed it there is a line of Irate cranky drivers behind my ute, I thought well they would understand I mean after all the bastard stole me slab of piss. So as I'm walking back with a bit of a proud swagger cos this bastard didn't get away with my slab. So as I get closer I notice something yellow in the back of the ute. My slab was still in there. Faaaaark I've just mugged some poor bastard for his slab. Gee I felt like a @#$%! So now I got to deal with a mob of angry drivers, so I lied and said that some bloke stole one of my slabs out the back which softened them a little. So I wait for the lights to change and drove off looking for the poor bastard I took the slab from, no luck couldn't see him anywhere, either that or he saw me and was hiding. I felt pretty bad about it and didn't tell anyone what had happened until recently. People I told reckon he must have stole the slab from somewhere as why else would he have dropped it? Unless a cranky 17 stone bearded bald man chasing you had something to do with it. I have since started putting my slabs in the vehicle rather than in the tray.