Thursday, September 9, 2010

Flip, yeah!

So I was wandering down Acland Street in St. Kilda the other day, sipping my Egg Flip Big M like it was no body's business (except maybe National Foods, which owns Big M) and some dude starts hollering at the top of his voice, "EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!"

I turn around, and there's the most charmingly frightening man bent over, coughing and wheezing from his little Olympic sprint with one arm outstretched towards my Tetra Pack. "Ex... cuse... me..." he splutters. "Where... on... earth... did... you... get... that... Egg... Flip...???"

I point at the 7-Eleven and off his is again, pounding his feet to the concrete like the rapture is about to happen. Man, he must be really low in calcium or something.