Was at local Woolies ( if you’re not from Australia, it’s a franchise of supermarkets called Woolworths) and I spotted this guy in the aisle Dad had sent me in. I was like turn back because I thought I knew him. Anyway, Dad got there too and then handed me some foil. I took a step back and tripped over the stack of boxes that the guy that made. He looked totally bewildered while Dad was shaking his head and my brother was cracking up like a maniac.
The next day we headed into town and on the way to Dick Smith , we passed the local gym. A dude was walking by and I knocked him over, although he did have a nice accent when he said” Are you all right?”
May have died and gone to heaven.