Chaos reigned as the semi-finals out at Laver Arena clashed with the Australia Day parade down Swanson Street, necessitating a mad dash through the crowds, mass sarcasm drooling. No-one messes with riled sports fans on the streets of Melbourne.
“Damn, my water has spilt and now it's all wet down there”, complained the plumpish 30-something. “Half your luck!” retorted her mate, as they both chortled.
“Have you gotcha ticket?”
“Yes, yes. I’m organised. Not that it matters. There’s always empty seats in the first coupla rows.”
“What? You wouldn’t, would you? I couldn’t. Just not right. I buy m’ticket and that is where I sit, no matter what.”
“But – some seats are empty all day ....”
“Doesn’t matter. Social order, that's what I believe in. Otherwise ... otherwise ... that is how ... something started ... trying to think of some war as an analogy.”
“With tennis ... ?”