You can always pick the country people in the city. Taking a trip to the big smoke.
We are the ones who stop and watch the japanese man swinging like a monkey in the trees. We have a giggle and say, hey, check that out. And all the city people just rush by as if nothing a bit unusual is going on. Oh I know they see crazy shit all the time but they are so busy or so jaded that they can't take a minute to observe a random moment of quirkiness. I actually though Daz was going to applaud him.
We are the ones who dawdle down the streets, looking around, getting in everyones way as they rush about in swarms, heads down, earphones in.
We are the ones who smile and talk to anyone and everyone. We make eye contact with people and say hello. I scared a woman out of a book store once by starting a conversation with her. My friendliness freaked her out.
We are the ones who say excuse me if we want to get past or sorry if we knock into you.
We are the ones who sit on the ground outside David Jones to have a rest while we wait for our daughters to shop in Supre. It was only after about ten minutes, when I noticed the way people were looking at me, that I figured if I put a bowl in front of myself I might get a few coins.
And we can always pick each other out. We do, as they say, stand out like tits on a bull. And we always have a smile, a nod or a word to each other. It's like a secret handshake that says – can you believe this rat race.
And after spending a few days in the city I can safely say we are not a bad bunch. As they say, you can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl.
See, we're so daggy we're impressed by a fancy lift.