On Sunday The boy and I visited the local supermarket to pick up needed supplies (and beer).
A woman lay comatose inside the store while a man wearing an Essendon jumper* prowled the grocery items shouting about “white cunts”.
The woman ahead of me at the check-out was making polite chit-chat to the check-out chick.
“Goodness, seems to be a busy day,” she observed.
“Oh no” replied the chick, “it’s pretty usual. We always seem to have something going on around here.”
The process of gentrification seems to have someway to go in my neck of the woods.
*Happily The Boy didn’t notice the Essendon jumper, as he may have asked for an autograph.