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Excerpt from an email from Bob Wynyard, reporting on a recent regional visit. Bob works for the Nursery & Garden Industry of NSW and ACT. "Yesterday, on my regional trip, my scheduled first call was to a local nursery.
I'd made a special arrangment to meet the owner late morning as he was trying to get away to Sydney the next day.
After a well organised EARLY start catching up with some paperwork, I was on track to arrive there at around 11am when I discovered that I had just sent an important email with the wrong attachment and this needed to be fixed.
Stopped at the local McDonalds, started my computer, rang Michael Danelon (nerdiest man in the office) for technical help and re-sent the correct file.
Rang the nursery and said I'm running late - He said don't worry, his day wasn't going much better.
An hour later I'm on the road again but I have to make another stop to look at some artwork (on my computer, not the local gallery). At the same time liaised with Nadine on a number of workshops coming up. So I finally arrive at around 1pm.
The owner is busy with a customer so I go and have a look around. It's looking good and the seedling area's sharp as I wandered through a softly shaded area with lots of colour displayed on racks.
Then I noticed one of those bronze snakes - you know those expensive ornamental ones that you see in up market places - but I did wonder why it was reclining on a vacant shelf in the corner. I moved closer to have a look.
Snakes Alive!
Its tongue moved!! Panic - I bolted out the front as the owner strolled in.
I said "There's a snake down there!" He said "Where?" So I tentatively ventured back inside to show him - from a great distance I might add - "Its over there", I said hesitantly. I was immediately told: "Keep an eye on it - I'll get the shovel!"
Keep an eye on it? What if it moves? It might attack me?
The owner returns at last and soon has the snake pinned in the corner. "Get the hoe", he yells. I run and get the hoe. The writhing brown bastard is then 'dealt with' most severely and finally goes limp and is ceremoniously despatched.
The owner then shakes hands and says "This is a welcome I won't forget!!"...
He's not wrong!
Golf Balls
If ever you're playing golf with a Kiwi bloke just tell him there are snakes in the rough. I can assure you he will never venture off the fairway to look for his ball.
Cheers for now.
Bob
(That's right, you guessed it. Bob is a Kiwi...)
[Thanks to Mon Lulan of NGINA for sharing this.]
Debra Templar
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