Fighting With Flyer People
July 11th 2010 21:00
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Okay, so I blew it. I’m only human. A day after telling myself there are nice people in the world, I was heading to Paddington via Hyde Park when this man dressed in a council uniform stopped me. I must have had my f*ck off look on my face as he said, “Miss, don’t be too angry,” before he handed me a flyer.
Annoyed at his deception (after all, if it wasn’t for his uniform I would never have taken his flyer), I barely glanced at it. But I did look at it long enough for me to see a wine bottle at the bottom of it.
I handed the flyer back to the man, saying, “I don’t drink.” He refused to take it so I threw it at him. I then heard another man in a council uniform laughing at him.
I’m not normally in the habit of littering and my friend Fred the caretaker would have called me a scumbag for adding to the growing pile of rubbish that people like him are paid to pick up but some people just p*ss you off and make you want to indulge in anti-social behaviour. And I’m not the only one. I once had a friend who also hated people who forced him to take flyers. His solution was to rip the flyers right in front of their faces before stomping off.
Such are the daily annoyances of living in a big city: the number of people who invade my personal space. Now I know what my Sydney-born friend Brett meant when he told me how much he hated people invading his personal space. I come from a small country town so I was puzzled by his comment. Now that I have lived in Sydney for almost twenty years, I have assimilated and react like Brett does.
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