Birkies – Part 2
Now, you may ask, did we ever work out who this neighbourhood passive/aggressive carpark stealer was? With the red Barina and the nickname for a company on the side?
Why yes, we did and I worked it out because I’m the cluey one in the house at the time. The following conversation I had with B is why I loved sharing with him.
I didn’t think of the name, but I knew he would tell me if I prompted him, this is how the conversation went.
“What’s the name of the women’s shoes?”
I know that didn’t actually help much and he answered as any self-respecting straight man would.
“I’m not good with women’s shoe brands.”
Turns out that was a lie.
“What are those shoes that German/Lesbian backpacker tourists wear?”
Before you get all OMG Helen, you didn’t. He replied swiftly.
Yes. Oh, we laughed.
We had neighbours who were German (No offense) they had a house next door that was originally two houses, they bought that, had been renovated to make a bigger house. Eventually, after we moved out and our house was sold, they bought it and renovated it after four years and merged it into theirs.
They had family live out here for six months every year to be with their family. Ok, that’s done. Now the reason I had to give you that context?