"I Could Live In Hobart" Thinks Worthless Mainlander Strolling Through Battery Point On A Sunny Day
ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact Some chode in a beanie has whispered the immortal phrase that millions of mainlanders
WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
One of the T1 lines from Caboolture to Roma Street in Brisbane has today narrowly avoided a proper showdown.
With a variety of Queenslanders enjoying the 50c fares to get from A to B on a fine Thursday in the Sunshine State, the mid morning service to the city was put on a high alert after pulling into Burpengary.
Following a very quiet couple of stops after leaving Caboolture, the service was then greeted by a Nautica clad man with rather loud music emanating from a crackly JBL speaker.
Given the noise pollution from the speaker was of course not playing classical music or Smooth FM, the majority of the carriage were spotted shifting around in their seats as the new passenger made his presence felt.
With a couple of old codgers (who weren't old enough to have seen enough winters to just mind their own business) readying themselves for a stern word, the energy was quickly put into the room by what appeared to be a nearby concreter who was trying to facetime someone.
"Bruz, turn that fucking thing off," exploded through the carriage like the crack of a gun, with everyone's eyes now fixed on the potential situation.
Thankfully, the situation then immediately dissipated after the lonesome eshay weighed up the stark weight and strength difference between himself and the concreter, before murmuring something about gronks and turning the speaker off.
"Yeah, I thought I was about to witness a Brown Cardigan video live in the flesh," said one of the other commuters.
"Thankfully old mate decided to be the change he wanted to see in the world and silenced the little eshay."
"Who I really thought was gonna carry on a bit more."
"But there ya go, there is still hope left in the world."
"Thank fuck I didn't have to listen to gutter rap all the way to Central."