Good story, Kat.
I was in my mid-50's and doing casual work all over Sydney at a time when Pacific Islander street thuggery was particularly bad. The muggings were always accompanied by extreme violence just for the hell of it.
I finished some factory work at 11.30pm in a Sydney Industrial estate on a Sunday night, and walked for about 15 minutes to get to the nearest railway station. It was a little side-track railway station that was closed and deserted, and so I kept my eye on the road to catch a taxi.
That whole area seemed to be utterly deserted. No people ~ no cars ... and I began to sweat: what if I get spotted by a car-load of PCs?
About 20 minutes later, lo and behold! a taxi came cruising along the street like an answer to a prayer. And yes ~ it was a huge Pacific Islander. I got in and off we went.
And then my nightmare returned ... not far up the road at another deserted railway station three Pacific Islander youths began hailing my taxi because they too had found themselves stuck without any railway transport.
The driver turned to me and asked if I'd mind him giving 'the boys' a lift to the nearest main-track station where the trains were still running ~ where he was taking me.
By this time my mouth was dry and I was again sweating heavily, and a small tic had begun to pulse in my left eye in time to the beat of a bad twitch that had developed in my right cheek. "Sure!" I said, trying to sound upbeat and
really pleased we could take on these three as passengers ...
Soon, all five of us were going up these darkened and deserted streets in the small hours of this Monday morning, and all the time I was hoping this wasn't a setup that had become a routine little money-earner for these four PCs ~ with these three strapping great lads now sitting speechless behind me where the back of my head was exposed to them like a ripe pumpkin waiting for the impact of a heavy iron bar ...
(to be continued ... )
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