Real Life Drama

I love a good drama. Not the scripted kind you see on TV. I'm talking real life drama, unscripted, inappropriate and so entertaining it's impossible to look away.

Arguments in the street are my favourite, tantrum throwing kids don't do it for me though. They're not old enough to know better, or understand shame.

It has to be adults; fighting in public but carrying on like they're at home alone, away from the judgemental eyes of yours truely.

The other morning when I was walking to work, early in the morning with people everywhere, a fight broke out at the train station between a girl and her mother and the girls boyfriend.

This fight was like a magnet. I couldn't turn away and I didn't care how obvious I looked as I watched on with a smile on my face.
To make myself look somewhat covert I took the broken phone out of my pocket and pretended to be sending a message, a lame attempt at justifying my reason for standing there and watching.

The girl ended up in tears, and while I know this is meant to be sad, I was over the moon. The perfect start to my day!
Watching an argument break out at the station, listening to people carry on in public and make a spectacle of themselves is one of my favourite things.

It's better than TV, no annoying characters, no commercial breaks, just live drama, right in your face.

It's the best!!!

All that Jazz

I walked out of my office at work the other day and could hear some jazz music being played really loud in the street. Intrigued, I followed the noise.

It lead me to a man sitting on the ground across the road. Cigarette in his mouth, speakers behind him, cd player by his side, tea towel with coins on it to the front.

This man was a "street performer"

I couldn't believe it.

I had no idea why people had given this person money for owning a cd. I own heaps of CD's, cassettes and dvd's aswell, you won't catch me in the middle of the city asking for a hand-out because I have possessions.

He wasn't showing any skill at all.

This kind of busking is disrespectful to people who juggle swords on a uni-cycle, breath fire, or less impressively paint themselves silver and pretend to be a statue.

These people are true street performers; too lazy to get a real job and not talented enough to break themselves into the proper entertainment industry where'd they become singers, dancers, or actors.

This CD playing guy needs to start being a little bit more innovative with his street performing otherwise his busking days will be numbered.

Money Bags

Over the weekend I was almost hustled in a book store.

I was inside one of the many 'Borders' stores around the place and after deciding to buy I book I took it up to the register and upon purchase the sales assisstant asked me if I'd like to pay an additional 10 cents for the bag "to carry my book in".


At first I thought nothing of it, and without a second thought said "Yeah, go for it"...

Seconds later, after realising I was buying a plastic bag I asked why I was doing this, and what the point was.

As it turns out I was helping Borders in their crusade to save the environment by purchasing plastic bags from them, one at time, at 10 cents a piece.

I was furious at this little con of theirs. Borders aren't doing anything commendable at all, they're mearly revenue raising under the guise of "Saving the Environment".

Now my anger at this isn't fuelled by my love of trees, or rainforests or even anything remotely close to that, as a matter of fact I don't really care about the environment at all.

Borders, if you actually care about the environment so much why don't you dip into your own multi million dollar pockets and start providing people with environmentally friendly bags to further help your nature loving crusade, rather than making money from the sales of bags that are harmful to the environment?

If you ask me you dont care one bit about the environment, you just thought this particular idea would be a good way for yourselves to make some money back on what is an otherwise dead expense for every other company who buys plastic bags for their customers to use for free.

Ten cents isn't alot of money, but it was the principle of the issue that made me angrier than the actual amount I was potentially being charged.

Don't try fool me into thinking that if I buy a plastic bag I'm doing a good deed, because all you're doing is lining your own pockets.

Saving the environment isn't your intention at all, and I'm not an idiot whose going to fall for your little trick.