Bushy the truckie
A mountain bloke
Delivered my pipes
I thought what a joke.
Eyes peering out of a bearded face
No shoes on his feet
Dog as a mate.
Said he could unload without a crane
They were under a dog trailer
I thought it insane.
He strapped it and jacked it
Propped up the end
Then over the side the pipes he did send.
It really was old school stuff
Worthy of his title
The old boy was tough.
We talked about price
Way back when
Nothing official with paper and pen
When I asked what I owed
He knocked five hundred off!
I paid him the extra
Not having that.
So to Bushy
I tip my hat.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Good write 2.
I respect the individualism of the old school Aussies. Their still out there working undercover!
Them blokes keep the flame alive!
Modernity is trying to snuff them out.
That’s really quite the sad state of affairs.
Out there is right - not too many left in the thick of suburbia. Still not sure of the final price.... guessing, but you didn't pay by card...
Correct, it was a fair deal.
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