WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
“Fuckkkkkkk,” sighed Betoota Heights local Sam Simpson this afternoon.
The cause for consternation was the heavy pitter-patter of another afternoon shower falling on his workplace.
Not that he doesn’t like rain in particular, but because of its effects upon his wardrobe.
Speaking to us in an unwashed shirt he wore last week and his 3rd last pair of clean undies, Simpson said he could be in big trouble this week.
“I left the clothes on the line again,” he sighed even more deeply this time.
“They’ve been out there for nigh on 7 days now, and it’s forecast to rain for the next few.”
Speaking after an end of season cricket trip away, Simpson revealed his frustration is exacerbated even more by the fact he could have pulled them in at one key point in time.
“When I got home yesterday, it had been sunny for a few hours – I know because of how uncomfortable it made me after a disgusting couple of nights,” he said.
“I actually remembered, and I could have pulled that two loads of washing in then and there, but I was so depleted I convinced myself to let my poor little body collapse in bed for a little while,” he sighed.
“Then I forgot about it, and now I’m here at work, and it’s raining again and I’m going to half to wear fucking footy socks tomorrow.”
He then asked us to leave him alone and we did.
More to come.
