Last Saturday Emma and I were walking home after our stroll in the park. There was an old man sweeping the footpath and we assumed he would move to let us pass. Instead he rammed the broom into my foot and when I said "OH, what are you doing," he told us we shouldn't be walking on the pathway. When I said "You could stop for 5 seconds to let us pass," he hit me with the broom. I said "What are you doing" and he hit me again.
At this time we decided it was time to get out of there. I turned around and saw a lady with her dog and stopped to ask yher if she would be a witness because I was going to call the police. When he saw us talking, he started running down the footpath with broom in tow.
The police came around and paid him a visit. He apparantly didn't see me but the bruise on my arm says he saw my arm pretty damn well! Needless to say I'll be walking on the other side of the street from now on.
Only I would get beaten up by an old man and his broom!
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3 comments:
Hey Fi, I can't believe the things you get yourself into sometimes, but it's damn funny for us! It's like he thought you were 5 or something and trying to steal from the cookie jar.
Hey Fi, I can't believe the things you get yourslf into sometimes but it's damn funny for us!! What a crazy old fella!
Only in Fi-land! I love it. Good to hear that you are finally going to get yourself on the property ladder...you go girl!!
Love Jxx
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