I haven’t had to work on a Sunday for a while. And you forget, when you’re not about, that Sunday brings a different kind of person to town.
I arrived for work customarily early, so I went to set up the computers, turn on the fans, open the windows and enjoy a cup of coffee before getting down to the real nitty gritty of turning on lamps and stuff.
As I was enjoying my beverage, I heard shouting outside. I couldn’t really make out what was being said, but an irate man was flicking the bird to people on the other side of the road.
One of the people he was abusing told him to shut up and proceeded to call him a “bald fat” individual.
At which point, the irate man decided to lift up all the clothes on his top half and stand at the side of the road jiggling his belly for all to see. He then shouted abuse at the people on the opposite side of the road, flipped them all off again and stormed up towards the top of town.
I went back to my coffee, finished up the cup and got up to head into the rooms to set them up for the games.
And then I heard voices again.
He’d only come back, hadn’t he. I had stuff to do. But there I was, again, enjoying a bit of Sunday morning crazy.
He stormed off and stormed back and was there busily shouting at the owner of a newsagents, and anyone who walked past him in the street. He was shouting something about the newsagent selling something but I couldn’t tell what, but he yelled that he would be going to the Examiner and we’d be able to read all about it.
We can’t read all about it yet, sadly.
I hoped he’d return a third time, once I was all set up and could devote more time to enjoying his tirade. But it was not to be.