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Things that please me - Part 6

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Winning Powerball last night.

Unfortunately I wasn't one of the 4 lucky people that won $20 million, I was one of the 1,585.563 people that won $11.60.

I used that $11.60 to buy a ticket in Saturday's Lotto though where the first prize is $20 million so the dream isn't over yet.
$19.30, me. Haven't yet decided what to do with this unexpected windfall ;)
 
$19.30, me. Haven't yet decided what to do with this unexpected windfall ;)

If I win any small amounts I usually just use it to buy another lottery ticket which usually ends up with me not winning anything.
 
Wasn't there a famous BigFooty tale about a lawnmower on the nature strip that was hot from sitting in the sun?
Indeed
Re: Embarrassing moments caused by your parents

58. Lawnmower


Our story begins many moons ago in the leafy eastern suburbs of Melbourne.

It was that special time of year, the modern day equivalent of the summer solstice festival, a time of spiritual significance for my father and many like him.

On this special day, like many before it, Dad bundled me - and on this occasion a couple of my mates - into his car and we headed off to perform the important ritual that guaranteed us a bountiful year ahead.

Hard rubbish collection.

My Dad loved hard rubbish collection. He saw it as the universe's way to readdress the karmic and material balance that existed between the social classes. He also saw it is as a way to save a few Roubles.

My first serious cricket bat was a Grey Nicholas 4-scoop my old man had spotted on a nature strip in Logan St. Sure the handle was a bit wobbly, but nothing a screw, some gaffer tape and piece of dowel wouldn't fix.

"Right as rain, son," he said bursting with pride, "Don Bradman used to play with a cricket stump."

As an aside, many years later he found a Duncan Fernley bat washed up on a beach. It was encrusted in small marine creatures, a quarter of the bottom was eaten away by the extended exposure to the sea and elements, and it had no string let alone rubber on the handle, but that didn't bother dad. "What a beaut bat, Grizzlym, just like what Ian Botham uses," he uttered.

Another year Dad purloined an old telephone and set about re-engineering it as our extension line. He had that glint in his eye that said 'screw Telstra, I'm not paying for another phone'. The phone sort of worked, but you had flick a big toggle switch that he installed on the front of the phone to get it going Eventually, he swapped it with my grandmother's phone (my mum's mum) when he was over mowing her lawn one day. Her eyesight wasn't good and his line of bullshit was impeccable: "It's a special seniors phone, Edie, the switch is so you can save money on your electricity bill," he shamelessly spun.

Another time he loaded the car with a bunch of old floorboards for firewood - we had open fires at home. But that turned into a disaster of biblical proportions when it was discovered that the timber was infested with termites who, soon after moving into our house, started munching on the floorboards in the loungeroom. Dad, in his own style, did the pest extermination himself with copious amounts of mineral turps.

But what happened on this day made all of these 'triumphs' seem like small change.

We were cruising down a street looking at people's discarded hard rubbish, when Dad stopped the car suddenly. He then spoke in an excited and urgent manner. "Guys, get out quick, Grizzlym, over there, see, it's a lawn mower."

And sure enough across the road was an almost new lawnmower, complete with grass catcher sitting on a naturestrip. "Grizzlym, you get the lawnmower... Steve you open the boot... I'll keep the car running 'cause you know how people feel about their rubbish"

So I tentatively set off across the road towards the lawnmower. And it was a beauty. "C'mon son, we don't have all day," he hissed in a low tone.

I tentatively touched the lawnmower to find it was still warm.

"Dad, it's warm," I called out.

"Shhhhh son," he replied in the same urgent low tone, "the sun's out that's why."

So with Dad urging me on in an increasingly urgent tone while softly gunning the engine, I wheeled the mower to the car, where Steve was waiting. We somehow bundled the mower into the boot and just got back into the car as Dad took off.

And as we took off a guy emerged from the driveway of the house brandishing a leaf rake, waving it furiously, he started chasing us down the street. Dad took a look in the rear vision mirror and said with disgust, as he sped off, "gee people are mighty precious about their hard rubbish around here".

When we got home, he put the mower in the shed and said, "not a word to your mother now, I have a surprise planned for her."

And sure enough, 2 months later he proudly gave mum the mower for her birthday.

True story.

To this day I'm convinced he knew he was getting his kid to steal the dude's lawn mower. The poor guy had obviously gone out the back for something or other after mowing his lawn and my father had pounced under the tenuous cover of hard rubbish scavenging.
 
Wasn't there a famous BigFooty tale about a lawnmower on the nature strip that was hot from sitting in the sun?

Yup.


Edit: Gralin got there first. But the whole thread is grand.
 

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Yup.


Edit: Gralin got there first. But the whole thread is grand.
It's a beauty from someone sadly no longer with us
 
Stopped to get a sausage roll and some donuts the other day on my way back from my adventures.
Seen a sign at a cafe who I thought was a take away place for a iced latte was quiet nice.
I got talking to the owner who was a mad cats fan he said these players were in for lunch.
I said I'll be in for lunch or breakfast next time.
I liked their menu.
 
Fyfe carried himself like a gentleman too.
I liked his quote saying that maybe his football journey wasn’t to win a premiership. Him and boak are two guys I’d want at my club mentoring the blokes absolute leaders.
 

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I liked his quote saying that maybe his football journey wasn’t to win a premiership. Him and boak are two guys I’d want at my club mentoring the blokes absolute leaders.
That’s the fate of many a top player, sadly.

I could see Boak especially having a post footy career in coaching.
 

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Called up the local garage booked in a couple cars.

Love when they know you.
Hi its Rocker can I book a couple cars, Ill start of the the black one oh yep we know the rego.
and I get trade prices on my car.

I thought I was a week or 2 late because I though every Tom,Dick and Harry would be getting theirs cars serviced.
 
I’ve got a surgery coming up in the next couple of weeks and after a bullshit busy 6 months of work, I am very excited for that sweet sweet general anaesthesia sleep. Best sleep ever, nothing beats it.
 

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