Image: Floods on the regular, Ritalin babies, and Maccas open 24 hours a day? These are the least of your worries in ye olde Toombul town.
By Damian West
So I visited Toombul Centro today to pay a couple of bills and grab a bite.
The place is a maze.
I was cornered first by a woman desperate to persuade me that my couch needs reupholstering.
I don’t give a shit about my couch. Nor would anyone else. It’s ugly, red, comfortable, nice, and I paid nothing for it. Nor would anyone else.
For me, these are the hallmark qualities of any great couch: ugly, red, comfortable, nice and free. She wouldn’t let go of it for days.
Next, to Maccas to buy a Fillet-of-Fish burger.
I usually approach Maccas only in my darkest hours. I wasn’t desperate this time. Just time-poor, and the queues everywhere else were buck wild. I was dressed dumb dapper, I must confess. The 16-year old service attendant returned my change with one hand, caressing the underside of my hand with her other, ever so gently…
My message is this: for any aspiring PHD students in the realm of the social sciences, go check the place out. It’s a living, breathing, anthropological experiment. Your thesis title will slap you in the face within nanoseconds.