Just imagine this with someone much taller and male.
When the arrival of the Portaloo serviceman is the highlight of your day, you know you are having a boring shift at Zoo Station. We had a chat and I learned among other things that he calls his Sat. Nav. Gwen after his mother. After that things got a bit more interesting. The ticket machine maintenance man showed me pictures of the ants nest in one of the machines which keeps flicking the circuit breaker and stopping the machine.(They’re for the chop, poor heat-seeking insects)
I had to explain to two NZ tourists who’d managed to miss the stop twice that, no, just because there was a sign on doors saying they were power operated didn’t mean they opened automatically, only that they close automatically. Why is that sign there?
A group of uni students in animal onesies showed up to go to the zoo. (As you do) One 6 foot tall skinny guy was wearing a pink dinosaur onesie that left bare a huge expanse of calf between knee and runner. He looked so odd, I would have taken a photo of him, but I was down the platform helping a blind man find the right carriage.
And there you have the day’s highlights.
I arrived at work on Monday to find the Graffiti Fairy has visited over the weekend. The outside of platform one and the waiting room were covered in tags. According to the G.F. “Lucca has a nice penis.” Judging by the accompanying picture, “nice” means it looks like a fish.
This week Canadian Fantasy writer A.F. Stewart is spotlighting me on her blog
Are you afraid of the Dark?
Alex was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, which she still calls home. She has a great interest in history and mythology, often working those themes into my books and stories. She writes poetry and fiction.
Her books are available through several online retailers such as Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble. The best known are Chronicles of the Undead, Killers and Demons, Ruined City, Passing Fancies, and Shadows of Poetry.
Did you ever wonder how writers make a living? I often do.
David McDonald is hosting a series called paying for our passion on his blog Ebon Shores.http://www.davidmcdonaldspage.com/2015/04/paying-for-our-passion-jane-routley
I’m on it this week with my story. Check out some of the previous writers. There are some illuminating stories here.
Three generations of a family come into the station
The elderly lady is wearing an AC/DC T-shirt. I myself was a big fan years ago before Bon Scott died. But she’s older than me.
“I have to ask, are you an AC/DC fan?” I say
“Oooh yes” says she. “We’ve got tickets to the concert.” She waves at her son.
“Yes we’re big fans,” says the son. He gestures to the toddler he’s carrying. “That why he’s called Angus. After Angus Young.”
It’s lovely when families share interests, though not a lot of people go to rock concerts with their mother/grandmother.