SHE LOST TRACK OF TIME – a blog by Jase Gram (Hornswood Express)

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September 4, 2012 by writehandman.com.au

This blog post is a recount of a funny story from a few years ago. I have not embellished.

My friend Suzie was in her fancy house, situated in a very well-to-do area of Hornswood. Her baby was having “no-nappy” time, while the four-year old was watching The Wiggles (back before they got old and a little weird).

While trying to not be driven mad by mashed potato, mashed potato, Suzie glanced at the clock.

Suzie – “OH F**K! IT’S 3:48! THE KIDS!”

The five and seven-year olds had been sitting up at the school for the last 48 minutes, waiting to be picked up. The office had not rung with that scary why haven’t you picked up your kids call.

Where were the kids??

Suzie – “F**K. F**K. F**K”.

Moving like Jarrod Hayne, she scooped up the older boy from the TV. He started to cry, as he was not mash potatoe’d out. She grabbed the baby off the ground and sprinted to the door, imagining the worst up at Hornswood Primary.

Sprinting with a child under each arm, she pulled the front door shut behind her, which dulled the mashed potato, mashed potato. The dog followed but that was OK, she could shove him in the car.

Suzie realised her keys were sitting on the kitchen table. The door had locked tight.

Suzie – “F**K. F**K. F**K”.

She started to sweat like a fat man dancing. She sprinted with the two kids over to her neighbour who was standing in her drive. The only issue there, was that the neighbour had only moved in yesterday and they hadn’t met.

A hurried, sweaty 30-second explanation saw Suzie drop the crying, nappyless baby in neighbour Jacquie’s arms, plop the bawling four-year old and growling dog at her feet and run to neighbour Jacquie’s car in the drive, after asking for the keys.

Keep in mind this is true!

Neighbour Jacquie’s car is a nice, new Audi. Suzie jumps in, thinking of nothing but the two kids up at the school, probably wandering off with some stranger at that moment. The stereo came on, “skyrockets in flight… afternoon delight… Aaaaafternoon delight…”

Suzie slams it into R, accelerates and the ultra-responsive car jumps backwards, smashing into neighbour Jacquie’s brick wall and knocking it onto a 45-degree angle and taking out three panels on the new Audi. The side mirror exploded like a glass-filled piñata, but Suzie had no choice. She had to keep going.

She pulled the car out on to the road, had one last look at an open-mouthed neighbour Jacquie standing there gazing at her tilting wall which she had only owned for a day and her husband’s new Audi smashed, with a stranger’s nappyless baby screaming in her arms, dog sniffing her leg (probably considering throwing the hump) and a four-year old crying at her feet. Suzie mouthed I’m sorry to neighbour Jacquie and planted her foot down.

Now being a high-powered Audi, Suzie commenced the most enormous burnout that Rosemeadow Rd in Hornswood had ever seen. She sat there, wheels spinning and squealing, the whole car filling with acrid blue smoke from the red-hot tyres. The burnout went for so long, she got to mouth twice more I’m sorry to neighbour Jacquie before eventually the tyres gripped and the car shot forward.

Suzie, flying up to Hornswood Primary, rang her gardener who was in their backyard at the time, to go over to neighbour Jacquie’s, apologise and look in to fixing up the wall immediately.

Les the gardener is a very gruff, dirty (physically), old guy.

Neighbour Jacquie, still quite in shock, had moved all the kids inside and understandably wasn’t too keen on opening the door to a grotty looking man she’s never met, who is allegedly the gardener of the crazy lady who just kid-dumped, Audi-smashed and speed-drove.

Eventually he convinced neighbour Jacquie that Suzie is insisting he get the wall fixed, so she came out on the veranda to discuss the issue. At that moment, her two-year old son, slammed her front door closed, leaving Suzie’s two and neighbour Jacqui’s one child, alone inside with the dog (as if the situation could have got any worse).

Les, in his filthy overalls, then had to get a boost from neighbour Jacquie (and Les is no small man), up into her en-suite window, so he can get inside her house and open the door. Neighbour Jacquie, also understandably, having only moved in the day before, did not have the most neat and tidy bathroom because she did not expect to be boosting some burly gardener through the window.

Suzie and Jacquie are now… estranged.

True story.

And the kids were fine.

 

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13 thoughts on “SHE LOST TRACK OF TIME – a blog by Jase Gram (Hornswood Express)

  1. Jase Gram says:

    Reblogged this on WRITE HAND MAN and commented:

    HERE’S AN OLD BLOG I WROTE A WHILE AGO, BUT LIKED.

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  2. Big Show says:

    I’ve heard this story told, hilariously, by Write Hand Man and wondered whether it would translate to the written word. It does. Hollywood could not have scripted this better. A classic case of truth being stranger (and funnier) than fiction.

    I must admit, I hoped that they would become best friends at the end. Perhaps THAT’S the Hollywood ending!

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    • writehandman says:

      Thanks Big Show, I was wondering the same, how well a funny event like this one translates to the written word. As you and I discussed, if we saw it on a movie we’d think “that’s a bit far fetched.”
      I must find out if they are now friends, this was quite a few years ago now.

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  3. Chilli says:

    I’m not sure if this a cautionary tale about keeping away from one’s neighbours (and never ever ever offer assistance to anyone no matter what) or a lesson in forgiveness, turn the other cheek etc

    …but my overriding concern is you didn’t mention what happened to the kids left abandoned at school???

    I’m not sure that a batch of banana bread would be enough to fix that problem…

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  4. Tyler says:

    So did this really happen or is this the best story that Jacquie could come up with to explain wrecking her husband’s car? blame it on the loopy neighbour he hadn’t met.

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  5. Oracle says:

    Having a great relationship with my neighbour, I have always wondered how issues could get so tense that neighbours could end up screaming abuse at each other while being filmed for the next episode of A Current Affair. Now it all makes sense.

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    • writehandman says:

      This is it Oracle, it would be difficult to forgive. Especially the husband, who prior to that event owned a beautiful brick fence, a shiny new Audi and he’d never had the neighbour’s gardener in his en suite.

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