Megan's Head

A place where Megan gets off her head.

the more I think about it…

This one has been on the slow boiler. But it has finally blown off my lid. Try this one on for size. Of cheek. This for me, says so much about how much bullshit we are slowly being conditioned to swallow.

Remember Big Friendly and I went to Durbs for a fandamily wedding? Well, it was a very frenetic and crazy long weekend with lots of to-ing and fro-ing from my brudder-in-law’s house. On our last visit Big Friendy (who generally has a not-so-fantastic relationship with the thing) left his cell phone there by mistake. To cut a very long story short; his sister took the phone back to Jozi and got a ‘reputable’ and ‘well known’ courier service to pick it up from her work, to deliver it to us in CT. The problem was that she couldn’t figure out how to switch it off, so we imagine it was making that desperate dying battery sound. Nonetheless, it was wrapped and bandaged and packaged and sealed and handed over to ‘the guy’ from the courier service. Needless to say, the phone never arrived. So, first, the courier company denied picking the phone up. Obviously this didn’t work because there was a waybill or receipt that had been signed, which was in our grubby paws. Then, the phone was ‘lost’ or ‘mislaid’. Finally, after much threats and war tones of voice the courier company ‘offered a financial settlement’.

And Big Friendly’s sister said ok. But the whole time I have been stewing and now I am positively raging. I mean, IT’S A COURIER SERVICE FORGODSAKE! Their BUSINESS is to deliver things. THAT’S WHAT THEY DO! How can it be no big deal then that Big Friendly’s phone was stolen? How can there be no outcry? How can there be no howling and simpering apologies? How can there be NO SHOCKED SURPRISE?

I’ll tell you how come. It’s usual. It’s normal. Things get stolen all the time. We’ve come to expect it. And now it’s so bad it even makes a sick kind of sense that the phone was stolen. I am sure some people even think we DESERVED it, for our silliness. And this whole thing has made me GATVOL.

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  1. The Saint

    When I left the theatre last night at 23h00, there were 3 car guards [there’s a joke name for you – like I’m a non-delivery courier] opposite the bottom of the side road. At least one of them hangs around there on theatre nights because people park as near as they can. The other might have been mates or they might have been part of the so-called street security patrol that some guys in KB use. Anyway when one of our people came out 30 minutes later, her car, a Toyota [beloved of the unwashed] was gone. When ? Who knows. It was parked on the Main Road under a [working] street light about 35 metres from the car guards – where it is parked most theatre nights [probably the mistake she made]. Granted that car thieves are skilled at their job and have tools that allow them to gain access to cars easily [no windows broken here – no glass on the road], one might have thought that a car guard who sits around talking shit and getting tips for doing zero, could just be expected to know that that Toyota parked there belonged to that lady who often parks there and works in that place there. Ah well another dashed expectation clearly.
    “I’ll tell you how come. It’s usual. It’s normal. Things get stolen all the time. We’ve come to expect it. And now it’s so bad it even makes a sick kind of sense that the phone [car] was stolen. I am sure some people even think we [she] DESERVED it, for our [her] silliness. And this whole thing has made me [also] GATVOL. ”
    A final quote – JFK quoting someone else I think “for evil to flourish it requires only that good men do nothing”. And the so-called Govt wonders why people take up vigilante justice. Hangings & Redemption ????

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