SATURDAY ARVO AT THE RUBBITY
(Saturday afternoon at the local pub)
John Ross ©
‘G’day Bert
you old bastard. Haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays. Pull up a stump and
I’ll shout you a cold one. Where you been hiding? The missus come the raw prawn
or you been crook or sumthin?’
‘Yeh. G’day
Dave. No. That misery guts of a boss of mine has been working me as hard as a
drover’s bloody dog. Coupla weeks ago I told the drongo that he was stark
raving mad putting on his drop kick of a relo as the new super. Well he lost the
plot, got his undies all twisted, and gave me a right mouth full. End result
I’m on extra hours all bloody week. I complained to the union but that seat
polisher of a bloody rep told me I should just cop it and enjoy the extra dosh.
Any way how you travelling Dave? Your missus had that new sprog yet?’
‘Yep. Two
weeks ago. What a bloody disaster. The bloody Commodore died on the way to the
hospital. A walloper got all bent out of shape cause I stopped in a bus zone.
When he saw that Maggy was about to drop the kid he suddenly changed his tune
and took us in his car. It was one of those new turbo Falcons. Bloody heck
could it go. Took off like a startled deer. 0 to 60 in 7.5 so the copper said.
Good fuel consumption also.’
‘Yep,
bloody nice wheels. Me mate Bob’s got one. Boy or girl?’
‘Boy. I wanted
to call him Donald Bradman, but the missus threw a wobbly and so Archibald
Andrew Angus it is. Three A’s. Bloody Alcoholics Anonymous Australia. What a
shockin thing to lumber the poor kid with. Here comes Smiley.’
‘Hi ya
Smiley. How’s that footy team of yours goin?’
‘Footy
team! Bloody bunch of prima donna bloody ballerinas more like it. Whatcha
drinkin fellas? The usual? Can I order you blokes some tucker while I’m at the
bar?’
Smiley
returns with just three schooners. ‘We’ve got a snowball’s chance in hell of
getting any tucker today. Some dozy dropkick called Alberto the chef a bastard
and he’s taken his bat and ball and gone home.’
All the
surrounding patrons in unison, ‘Who called the bastard a chef?’
Silence.
Deep contemplation of the increasing frothy rings descending in their glasses.
‘Ya watch
the fight last night. That Yank bloke couldn’t fight his way outta a wet paper
bag if his life depended on it.’
‘Na the
missus likes watchin the Aussie Rules. I think it’s their little tight shorts.
I got meself banished to the shed when I called it aerial ping pong played by
the Royal Ballet discards. What about you Smiley?’
‘Now don’t
you idiots laugh. I had a date.’
‘Wow
Smiley. Yer poor old mum come over for a meal?’
‘Yeh. Yeh.
Laugh all you want. First time out with a bird in five years and I think I
impressed her.’
‘You charm
the pants of her with yer cultured ways, handsome smiley face and la de dah
manners eh Smiley.’
‘Well she’s
meeting me again next Friday for a return match. So put that in yer pipe and
smoke it.’
Silence.
Deep thought. Contemplation.
‘Been
unusually hot for this time of the year.
The bloody lawn is still grow’n.
Had to tell the missus that the mower was cactus or she would have had
me mow’n it again.’
‘That’s
gunna change real soon Dave there’s a cool change on the way.’
‘I haven’t
heard anything about that.’
‘It actually
looks real cold and frosty. Its yer missus, she has just walked in with a pram and
is headed this way.’
‘Bloody
hell, the meeting with the priest about the christening. Quick fellas think of
an excuse for me.
Bert and
Smiley. ‘Well gotta go Dave. Leave ya to it.’