Last night I became aware of the fact that a very sentimental ring I had possessed for nearly 40 years had gone unaccounted for. I had recently removed it in the hopes of having its initial engravings restored.
As I tossed and turned in bed,an intuitive feeling came over me. I got the distinct impression that it was lying in the main parking facility at Dickson shops,where I had previously visited that oh so wonderful Woolworths there at aprx 8:30 PM. I was conjuring up images of the ring being displaced as I fumbled around for keys and falling to the ground.
Though it was 2:15 AM,I felt compelled to return to the scene before the next wave of customers could see the light of day…..and my ring. As I nervously arrived torch in hand,I made a rather startling discovery just up ahead. I saw a woman in a rather sprawled position against a 4 wheel drive with a man gyrating behind her. What’s worse,I also noticed there was a bloke only a few meters away watching the dynamic duo in action,standing behind a car fantasising. This depraved fella had noticed my torch light and growled,”What in the blazins are you doing here?” The merry couple proved oblivious to it all.
Needless to say I called off the search and contacted the local authorities as soon as I got home sweet home. In relating this incident to the copper I was greeted with no less than four muffled chuckles and much disrespect I felt. Finally I hung up the phone in disgust,not knowing if my call was even considered for investigation.
If I only I had heeded prevailing RiotACT sentiment and not patronised that scoundrel Woolies mob in the first place