this happened to me in the space of about 5 mins in fitzroy st.
1. i waved away a man who approached me on the street, saying "excuse me, miss..."
"i don't give money, and i don't talk to people on the street" i interrupted, not stopping.
2. then, walking in the other direction after buying what i wanted he came towards me, made a beeline, and offered me a slim, french stick in a white paper bag.
"i just bought it" he said "do you want it?"
"i don't want it, thanks" i said.
so he gave it to a man passing by who was a bit toothless and really chuffed. he turned up grey street saying he was going to give it to [unintelligble mutterings]
3. joel edgerton walked towards me in a baseball cap, shorts and funny shoes, holding a yellow sherrin. i strode past, after the baguette incident, thinking before i realised who it was coming towards me, he looks a bit strange even for st kilda, but it's nice he's carrying a footy. oh, boys and their balls... especially at this time of year.
we locked eyes as i passed and i realised who it was.
god i love my life sometimes.
blister is heeling. heh.