Police cars bred like rabbits except they are illegal in Queensland
Industrial noise all day.
Night fell and the rain came and there was blessed silence outside.
Celebrations were premature.
At about 8.30pm the 2 dollar sucky sucky started up.
We went out.
They were at it again, digging a hole on the footpath with the sucky truck actually parked off the road so it could clearly have been done during the day.
All the sucky sucky behind the barrier = day work.
What do you call a group of people standing around earning top dollar doing fuck all?
Yeh I don't know either, but it probably isn't complementary.
Another couple joined us.
A bloke in his 4WD, clearly with the shits up about the noise rammed a number of the bollards and parked his truck up to stop the work.
The noise stopped.
More local people were driven out of their homes and joined us on the street.
The supervisor rang the police and gave them my name.
I got a call from Policeman Paul telling me to get off the Refuge Island or he'd send a wagon and arrest me / us.
The Police came and then they called for backup, because a dozen or so 40-60 year olds were gonna be so dangerous, what with their bellies and sagging boobs - me not them, most of the others are fine figures of folk.
We were standing on the central reservation, the refuge island, a traffic island, so to get the best look at the progress without going into the WORK ZONE.
And then there it was the old MOVE ON ORDER.
Another local and I stood our ground.
We were arrested and had our phones taken and were frisk searched - not as sexy as it sounds, and put in the paddy wagon.
Stevie leapt in with us. Coppers didn't know what to do about that cos they hadn't arrested him. He finally had to get out cos he wasn't allowed to be in the wagon cos did you know wagons are single sex only.
Seriously one could not make this shit up.
Did you know that there are no seat belts in the back of a paddy wagon? So I wedged myself between the 2 low seats with one leg and used my left hand as a brace on the ceiling and my right hand was shoved hard onto the front barrier thing. My partner in crime, taped up bad back and all, hung on for dear life.
It's interesting that we were arrested under the guise of police protecting us from ourselves but there we were rolling around in the wagon. Just saying.
We were driven to the police station.
I couldn't make it out of the paddy because of limited knee bend so I had to piggy back onto the copper and slide down. Yeh the irony was not lost on me either.
We all trooped into the station house.
The coppers waxed on about now NOT ARRESTING us anymore and instead issued us both an INFRINGEMENT NOTICE, code 2185 - taking too long to cross the road or maybe it's bullshit, I can't find it, but I've only had 2 hours sleep so my research skills are not up to par.
This is the same sort of INFRINGEMENT NOTICE one might be given for speeding or some other traffic offence, but I haven't ever heard of someone being chucked in a police car and taken off to the station house to get a speeding ticket have you?
We were put out on the street at around midnight.
2 women, no wallets, no lazy fifty tucked into my knickers, one dead phone, one operational, in the pissing rain, and told to make our own way home.
Yep we walked to the cab rank and it cost us 20 bucks to get our tickets.
Appalling noise went on until passed 4am.
Then even though no such sign was necessary in the dark pissing rain, some fucker gleefully threw a metal sign up right under my bedroom window at 6.30am,
Ta very much.
Am I the only one who thinks this 6.30am sign is superfluous?