Today we went to the Winter Wonderland thing near Questacon in Canberra.
Wondered what that giant circus marquee was? That's it. Inside are about a dozen stalls and rides and outside are some dodgems.
Any hoo I went to the dodgems. Because the dodgems are fun. Doesn't matter how old you are - they is fun.
For some reason the carnies who staff the DJ cubicle are all fuckwits. Sure that may be a generalisation but in every case in my case - major fuckwitedness.
'Okay,' drolls carnie/failed DJ. 'Get ready to turn the keys to drive on out.'
Huh? thinks HM. What keys?
I look around. There's no fucking keys.
So I yell out. 'What keys?'
'Look harder,' says carnie DJ, who sounds suspiciously like duffman.
I look harder.
Oh. It's a joke.
Ho ho, fucking ho.
Then, at the end, as we're coasting to a stop, duffman cranks out another one. 'Don't forget to put the handbrake on...'
HM did not look for the hand brake. Fool me once...