We’re on our way outta the house and into the airport. Considering we got up at 6 in the morning during the famous Melbourne winter, it wasn’t too cold. Anyway, after the old man busted my balls a bit for not getting outta bed quickly enough, we all showered, changed and out the door. Pop’s friend (this old Iranian fella with a white hair and a brush ‘stache) is driving us over right now in his comfy, spacious SUV.
As we sat in traffic, I lazily glanced over and noticed some knob-head in a a Mazda 3 frustrated behind a big slow truck. “What a dickhead!” I said to myself and felt relieved that I won’t have to deal with any more Mazda 3 driving wankers for a good month.
Onto the airport! Thanks for reading! Check back in a day when I’m in Hong Kong!