May 23, 2006 5:23 PM
Let me paint a picture for you. The train stops at Oaklands and on get 3 tweens ... and a baby ... now these girls could NOT have been more than 15 years old and one of them had a BABY!!! Another was pushing the pram, the baby was not in the pram, the girl, who I can only assume was the mother was cradling it in her arms, it was well swaddled, so at least we know it wasn't cold.
So the mother (15 years old!!) sits down and at the next station the guy that was sitting next to her gets off, so one of her friends sits down ... now they have some what of a corner area to themselves. So this third tween gets out her phone and starts playing some sort of song that had obviously been recorded from a radio that was up way too loud. I could tell this because of the distortion. What song was it? Well I don't remember exactly, but it was one of those shitty female rap artists, a bit like that song about don't you wish your girl friend was hot like me or some such nonsense.
So I can hear it over my own music and then, I hear them start to sing. Now again, I have to stress that these girls were tweens, so naturally they think they're the best singers on the planet. I could also hear THEM over my music. Luckily, they only had two songs. It was about half way through the second song when the one whose phone it was shouted "OUR MUSIC IS THE BEST OUT OF ANYONE'S ON THIS CARRIAGE!". Now this was not the end of the shouting, oh no. There was much shouting ... over a baby that was trying to sleep. Rude? Yes, I think so.
So this shouting and such went on until Noarlunga which is where they decided to get off. I put my book away, stood up and noticed that on the pram, in some sort of drink holder ... was a packet of smokes. Now, these smokes were pretty much just sitting on this drink holder thing and the girl driving the pram just pretty much sent it flying out of the pram, demonstrating to us all that she had never used such a vehicle before. So out bumps the pram and off bump the smokes. Right between the train and the platform. Bye bye smoked. "SHIT!! Holly, your smokes!!! I dropped your lighter too!" ... All the girls stood around, mouths agape, not really knowing what to do. Some lady said to me and a couple of others who were listening "Gee, I'm glad that the baby wasn't in there."
I strolled off chuckling. God I love the southern suburbs.