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Jan 03, 2015

www.brisbanetimes.com.au_2015-01-03_12-44-11Jane E. Sullivan, Brisbane Times

I saw something good recently – something lovely and of good report. And it happened at a petrol station just over the Westgate Bridge during a grey, cold, wet and down sort of a Sunday afternoon. I was at the bowser. My car was in line behind a middle-aged man who had caught my attention by wearing a bum bag proudly positioned under his round tummy. Dag I thought to myself.

After filling his car the man walked over to a spot at corner of the petrol station shop. He bent down for a few moments. A few moments poised in the cold wetness. What was that about?

I went into the shop to pay, noticing the bowser man again as he came in and went straight to the hot fast-food area. Of course, he would – I thought to myself. Returning to my car, I looked across to where the Bowser Man had bent down.  I was startled. There, huddled in the drizzle was a man sitting on an upturned plastic crate amongst several piles of empty crates. He was drenched. He was rocking a little backwards and forwards. A soaked upside cap sat in the dirt next to him. It was a thoroughly sad scene. Miserable. It seemed to match the day.

Remembering that I had an old leather jacket in my boot, I moved my car to the little parking area abutting the man on the crate. Bowser Man was already there. He was gently placing a rain poncho over the man on the crate. A hot pie and a milk drink completed his encounter with the crumbled man. Then he was back in his car and off.

I offered my jacket to the man on the crate – thanks darling but that bloke gave me this. I’m ok. I tried to persuade the man that he could have mine as well but he sure the poncho was enough for him. I don’t need it, darling.

Awkward in the moment, I mumbled something as I put a few gold coins into his cap. He extended his hand saying thanks, thanks darling. I shook his hand firmly – You go well. As I turned and walked back to the car, he called out have a good Christmas darling. I turned and met his beaming face. You too. And Mr Bowser Man where ever you are – you too!

Jane. E. Sullivan lives and works in Melbourne.

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