why wy?

aussie 101 was originally sent out as a mail on Feb 12, 2004.

this is aussie 102, sent out Feb 16

I was debating whether to post this or not, but decided it is too good
to pass up.

the scene is on a tram, midday, fairly crowded but still some seats empty.

Old pensioner guy, who looks like the grandfatherly sort, sits across from me and mom.
he sneezes, and apologises: sorry, it was the chlorine in the pool. It makes me sneeze. I just
went swimming.

I give a polite smile: sorite.

He sneezes a couple more times and apologises.

Old guy: Its really hot.

Me: Ya. Isn't it too hot to swim?
(Note: temperature was around 41c.
Note-to-self: Aussies are friendier people who DO talk to strangers, so when in Rome etc etc.)

Old guy: It's really hot.

Then, I break eye contact and make the mistake of looking down. Old guy
is WANKING.

It's out, in the open, and in the hand. And because I am a sadistic person who hates to suffer
alone, I shall leave you with this mental image: uncooked chicken sausage.

all together now: EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW

he is wanking and making conversation, thus disproving all theories of how men can only do one
thing at a time, especially if thing is sexually related. I was too shocked to scream (which I will do the next time) and was trying to move to another seat when old guy looks like he's getting off the tram, fittingly at the museum (relics for public viewing).

Old guy continues talking, has presumbly stuffed his offending bits back into shorts but I wasn't
about to check.
He askes: Have you been to the meblbourne museum to see the exhibits? No? You have to go.

I think I've had enough of exhibits and exhibitionists for quite a while.

ps: mum was sitting next to me the whole while and was blissfully unware until I told her later.
She thinks it's funny.