Looks Can be Deceiving

The acrid smell of burning rubber filled the air as the sound of screeching tyres reverberated in my ears. Clouds of black and grey pungent smoke filled the surrounding area and gently floated skywards, blocking out the wonderful sunshine and the blue clear cloudless sky. Many bystanders and I watched in bewilderment and absolute amusement as the hotted up black Mustang left thick strips of rubber on the hot and soft asphalt as it moved swiftly into its un-allocated spot, a car spot which another vehicle was ready to move into from the other direction.

Not wanting to lose his car spot to another young lout, the young man stepped out of his small and compact car and casually sauntered over to the now idling mean machine. Not being able to see the occupant of the car because of its ultra dark tinted windows, the young man squared his shoulders, puffed his chest out and raised his chin. He gave his long jet-black and slightly oily hair a flick and subtly adjusted his sunglasses that were perched atop of his rather crooked nose. His muscular shoulders and huge biceps were clearly visible and fully pumped. He was now ready to approach the unknown menace in the car that had quite rudely taken his car spot, a car spot that he had patiently waited for while its previous owner had very slowly and rather precariously backed out of.

The loud rumbling noise ceased as the occupant of the Mustang switched the ignition off, the bonnet stopped shaking and the fumes from its twin exhaust system eventually stopped. The young man rapped on the driver’s side window and peered inside with a menacing look on his face, his fists clenched so tightly that they shook with rage. The door opened slightly and the young man took a few quick steps backwards and awaited his rival. Beads of sweat that had formed across his forehead were now dripping down his cheeks and over his nose.

With the car door fully open, the driver cautiously stepped out and stood up, the small elderly woman straightened up and gave the young man a charming smile. The now perplexed young man stared straight into the little woman’s eyes and held the stare for what seemed an eternity. He muttered a few words and no other choice, he quietly slunk back to his still idling car and took off in search of another car spot.


Never Judge a Book by its Cover

After being cooped up in the house for over seven weeks, it was time I ventured out into the wilds. Well, at least the wilds of Eastland. 
So with a start time set and bus timetable sorted, I headed off into the cold for my first road trip. 
Apart from the bus arriving 10 minutes late, and the light drizzle, the day was off to a good start. My MYKI card still worked and the bus was much warmer than the cold bus stop. 
The bus trip was exactly as I remembered; boring. But it did get me to the station where I only had to wait 11 minutes for the next train. I looked over at the small coffee shop inside the station and decided it would be best if I waited for my coffee.  
Once the train arrived, close enough to its scheduled time, I boarded and headed to the disabled seats. They are a little wider and have a straighter back. 

With only two stops to my destination, I waited as passengers boarded at the next stop. And that is where I received a dirty look from a middle aged woman as she looked at me sitting in the disabled seats. I had no crutches or walking stick and I seemed fit and healthy. So why should I be taking up these particular seats.  
Sometimes a person may not seem like they are hurt, injured or broken in any shape or form, but they may be hurting in a way not seen by others. She couldn’t see my back brace and thought I was being inconsiderate. 
A few words would have cleared the air and I wouldn’t have had to put up with her filthy look for the next few minutes. 
Just because a person may not look hurt in any way, it never hurts to ask. Are you OK? The response may actually surprise you and a difficult situation can be resolved quickly.


It’s a well-known fact that we, as a society can resist everything but temptation. There are so many objects of desire surrounding us in our daily lives; items that have been created to entice us in eating them, buying them, or just having them, legally, or in some cases, illegally.

We are confronted with so many temptations on such a regular basis, that we find it difficult to say no to the things that we are truly forbidden from having. These forbidden fruits are so tempting that most of us, at one stage of our lives give in to the sheer pleasure of having something that is both, illicit and forbidding.

No matter what we think and say, it’s human nature to want something that we can’t have, or at least shouldn’t have, and in most cases, something we really don’t need. The fact of the matter is, we normally want what we don’t normally need, but we are still tempted.

We are continuously tempted in so many ways, and for such a long time, that we eventually succumb to the temptation.

All we need to do is to go back to the very beginning of time itself, when Adam and Eve innocently wandered around the Garden of Eden, dressed only in their fig leaves.

And these fig leaves were the standard run of the mill fig leaves which had been pulled of an every day fig tree, they were not your designer label fig leaves that most people of today’s society would want. Can you imagine Adam and Eve wandering around the Garden of Eden, and sporting a matching set of Gucci, Chanel, Giorgio Armani, or Ralph Lauren fig leaves?

The young naive couple was tempted with the forbidden apple and they were drawn to the apple tree and its fruits as a bee is drawn to a honey pot; as moths are to a flame, and as dogs are to a fire hydrant.

Although many of these temptations are bad for us in so many ways, we continue to chase them down with a vengeance, as we search high and low for these forbidden fruits to satisfy our carnal desires. We go out of our way to ensure that we get what we want, at any price.

This is the very same within all the major department stores around this great money sucking country of ours. The marketing departments of all these stores, and every single one of their devious employees exploit the one major weakness that all women have. The bargain trolley.

They set up this woman magnet, filled with cheap, broken and mostly useless items in the most obvious places. Management knows that these items will be sold easily enough and will fleece bargain hunters. All women out there know a bargain when they see one; even if they don’t need the item, it’s still a bargain. This cheap and brash purchase, will more than likely sell quickly, and even cheaper at the next garage sale.

What I don’t understand as a mere male, is that if a pair of boots costs $220.00, and a woman manages to buy them for $170.00, she has saved money. I know my mathematics isn’t one of my best skills, but I am certain I would have $170.00 if she had not purchased them in the first place.

To end off an argument I know I have no way of winning, I can only summarise with this – It has been said on so many occasions, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. It’s a real pity that most of the trash has been purchased by the woman of the house.



The pack mule

As the evening shopping expedition came close to an end and we were heading to the safety of the car, my lovely wife stopped at a women’s clothing store and much to my dismay, began browsing through a few items.
So after an undisclosed amount of time, a number of items had been discarded and a few had been carefully selected
The next part was simple, swipe my credit card, pay for the items and head home to sip coffee in front of a blazing fire.
So with items paid for, the sales assistant handed Toni the receipt, and then handed me the bag of clothes.
Now, not only did I hang around the store while Toni tried on clothes, I paid for the items, and then I was expected to carry the clothes, with the other bags of items I was already lugging around.

It seems a husband’s job is never done