OK, as the title suggests, I had the most random day of my life today. There's this radio competition on in Perth at the moment which is genious, and it has the entire city in its grip. The idea, is to track down "The all new 92.9 fugitive", be decoding clues. When you think you've found him, you ask the person if they are "The all new 92.9 fugitive". If they are, they'll say yes, and give you a phone to call the station, and a check for the amount of the bounty on his head at that time. Then he'll disapear and leave you standing there to talk to the DJ. If it's not the right guy, you'll get a strange look, and be though a dickhead.
So today, I was driving home from my workplace, when I heard this clue. "I like my sandwhiches cut in squares." And for some reason, it clicked. "Maybe they mean the Subway sandwiches place in Subiaco Square. That's right near here." So since it was on my way past it anyway, I dropped in. When I got there, I approached a guy and asked the question. And he said "No.
But you're Ben aren't you?" And I realised then that I went to primary school with this guy. So we talked. It turend out he'd been there for a while waiting for the fugitive to arive. Then this girl came up and asked me if I was the fugitive. I had a laugh, and said no. Then we started talking. While we did that, my mates girlfriend turns up with my mates brother and his friend - also looking for the fugitive. We asked a few more people, but none of them was the guy.
So eventually, My mates girlfriend decided she had had enough, and the guys jumped in my car and we decided to chase him down at his next location. We said goodbye to my old school friend and the girl I'd just met, and set about deciphering the new clue... "Heatbeat".
We checked out a few places nearby, but the heart foundation for example seemed just a little easy. "Beat.... Beat" I said to myself. "Maybe there's a music store some place that has something to do with hearts?" About 5 minutes later, we came up with a music store in a shopping centre known as "Heart of the park". So off we went.
On the way however, we had a few problems. We had to cross the causway, which was under repair, and as a result, they had created two lanes of traffic which just weren't wide enough. And as I drove across, I was beeped by some asshole truck driver who thought I was on his side. I had a little room on my right, so I pulled over, but he continued to beep me, even as I was just inches away from cleaning up the cones on the side of the road.
"Back the fuck up!", I called out through the open passenger window. He sped up and pulled level with me. "What did you say cunt?!" Said the aboriginal driver. "I said... back the fuck up!". He then attempted to spit on my car, but comically, it flew back along his truck and hit his tray, and dribbled from his chin. He then got caught in traffic, and as I pulled away from him, I heard him call out to me... "Get out of the fucking car! I'm gonna smash you!" It wasn't until later that a friend realised, that he thought I'd called him a black fuck - something I'd never do, or even think. But as I had no need to feel guilty, the boys and I had a good laugh.
About 100 metres down the road however, something happened. A driver changed lanes right in front of me without indicating. With cat like reflexes, I turned the wheel and slammed on the breaks, but I was unable to avoid the impact. It was the strangest collision. Though he was in front of me, I turned and braked so hard, that it was the rear of my car that made contact with his door. I wasn't speeding however, and he admitted fault (Not to me, but to a traffic regulator guy).
As he drove by, the truck driver had the last laugh. But even I saw the funny side. If I'd been abused and the abuser went on to crash, I'd have laughed too. However, the joke got even funnier when he hung his fist and head out the window and screamed "Suck shit!", then proceeded to rear end a BMW as he turned off the road.
He was kept busy with his irrate victum, so I never got to sort it out with him. But with my accident, details were exchanged and damage was minimal, so we pushed on to find the fugitive.
At the shopping centre we arrived to find that the CD store was in fact closed. But we asked a few people anyway, and every single person we asked was also looking. As we were walking away, a guy called out to us. "Have you tried pulse? They do music backgrounds. I've been chasing this guy for a week, but I'm giving up for the day." We had our lead. Off we went.
We headed into pulse in the city, but it turned up empty, so with just half an hour to go, we headed back to the heart foundation to stake it out, calling out to anyone and everyone, asking if they were "The all new 92.9 fugitive".
Everywhere we went, we'd talk to complete strangers. I must have met over 30 people today, and had conversations with many of them. I myself have been asked by no less than 10 people if I am the fugitive. I am shy. I would never do this ordinarily, yet hear I am, aproaching stangers, looking for a fugitive. This has been the most random day of my life. Tomorrow, we're making a day of it.
MADDOG
So today, I was driving home from my workplace, when I heard this clue. "I like my sandwhiches cut in squares." And for some reason, it clicked. "Maybe they mean the Subway sandwiches place in Subiaco Square. That's right near here." So since it was on my way past it anyway, I dropped in. When I got there, I approached a guy and asked the question. And he said "No.
But you're Ben aren't you?" And I realised then that I went to primary school with this guy. So we talked. It turend out he'd been there for a while waiting for the fugitive to arive. Then this girl came up and asked me if I was the fugitive. I had a laugh, and said no. Then we started talking. While we did that, my mates girlfriend turns up with my mates brother and his friend - also looking for the fugitive. We asked a few more people, but none of them was the guy.So eventually, My mates girlfriend decided she had had enough, and the guys jumped in my car and we decided to chase him down at his next location. We said goodbye to my old school friend and the girl I'd just met, and set about deciphering the new clue... "Heatbeat".
We checked out a few places nearby, but the heart foundation for example seemed just a little easy. "Beat.... Beat" I said to myself. "Maybe there's a music store some place that has something to do with hearts?" About 5 minutes later, we came up with a music store in a shopping centre known as "Heart of the park". So off we went.
On the way however, we had a few problems. We had to cross the causway, which was under repair, and as a result, they had created two lanes of traffic which just weren't wide enough. And as I drove across, I was beeped by some asshole truck driver who thought I was on his side. I had a little room on my right, so I pulled over, but he continued to beep me, even as I was just inches away from cleaning up the cones on the side of the road.
"Back the fuck up!", I called out through the open passenger window. He sped up and pulled level with me. "What did you say cunt?!" Said the aboriginal driver. "I said... back the fuck up!". He then attempted to spit on my car, but comically, it flew back along his truck and hit his tray, and dribbled from his chin. He then got caught in traffic, and as I pulled away from him, I heard him call out to me... "Get out of the fucking car! I'm gonna smash you!" It wasn't until later that a friend realised, that he thought I'd called him a black fuck - something I'd never do, or even think. But as I had no need to feel guilty, the boys and I had a good laugh.
About 100 metres down the road however, something happened. A driver changed lanes right in front of me without indicating. With cat like reflexes, I turned the wheel and slammed on the breaks, but I was unable to avoid the impact. It was the strangest collision. Though he was in front of me, I turned and braked so hard, that it was the rear of my car that made contact with his door. I wasn't speeding however, and he admitted fault (Not to me, but to a traffic regulator guy).
As he drove by, the truck driver had the last laugh. But even I saw the funny side. If I'd been abused and the abuser went on to crash, I'd have laughed too. However, the joke got even funnier when he hung his fist and head out the window and screamed "Suck shit!", then proceeded to rear end a BMW as he turned off the road.
He was kept busy with his irrate victum, so I never got to sort it out with him. But with my accident, details were exchanged and damage was minimal, so we pushed on to find the fugitive.
At the shopping centre we arrived to find that the CD store was in fact closed. But we asked a few people anyway, and every single person we asked was also looking. As we were walking away, a guy called out to us. "Have you tried pulse? They do music backgrounds. I've been chasing this guy for a week, but I'm giving up for the day." We had our lead. Off we went.
We headed into pulse in the city, but it turned up empty, so with just half an hour to go, we headed back to the heart foundation to stake it out, calling out to anyone and everyone, asking if they were "The all new 92.9 fugitive".
Everywhere we went, we'd talk to complete strangers. I must have met over 30 people today, and had conversations with many of them. I myself have been asked by no less than 10 people if I am the fugitive. I am shy. I would never do this ordinarily, yet hear I am, aproaching stangers, looking for a fugitive. This has been the most random day of my life.
Tomorrow, we're making a day of it. MADDOG
