I’m from Melbourne, Australia and I live up to the stereotype that everyone Australian holds about Melbournians. I am footy-mad, love going to the pub on a Saturday night and have a girlfriend who is obsessed with the fact that we live in the shopping capital of Australia.
So let me set the scene here. It’s September, the afternoon of the football grand final and my car isn’t turning on. I have t-minus two hours before the start of the game that my team is playing in, and all of a sudden I have no way to get there. Public transport would be a nightmare on grand final day, with every man and his dog flocking to the trains in droves to hopefully see their teams dominate in the grand final.
There was no way that I was going to miss the grand final because my car wouldn’t start, and so I called up a car mechanic local to Hawthorn. Hawthorn is pretty close to the city and so I knew that if my car got towed to that mechanic, I could essentially run a couple of kilometres to the ground and there’d be no worries. Even though this was my plan, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t extremely nervous that something would go wrong and I’d miss the first bounce. I HAD to be there to support my team. Thankfully, my plan paid off.
My car did have to be taken to the mechanic and I got a ride in his car with him. Tick. I was now ¾ of the way to the ground. If I had chosen to get an Elsternwick car service, I would’ve gone in the opposite direction. My well thought out (actually I guess split second) plan was a success. I made it to the game with fifteen minutes to spare before the first bounce, which is a lot later than I would have liked to arrive to soak up all the pre-game entertainment. Incredibly, my team won that day. The morning’s theatrics actually added to my happiness. Best. Day. Ever.