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The
Mystery of Explorer Street, Toowong
By
Tim
Everyday life may seem pretty boring, and well, it
is actually. You'd be surprised though at the mysteries that present
themselves.Take for instance the following story.
 <cue
Unsolved Mysteries music and Robert Stack in a trenchcoat appearing
out of nowhere>
<wait a sec, isn't Robert Stack dead? Isn't that a mystery unto
itself?>
Time: 2:59am. Location: My shitty townhouse in Toowong. My state:
Fast asleep.
Cue me waking up to sound of ocker female voice.
"Yeah, oi sed oi'm at EXPLOOOOOOROR stroit. In Toowong! No,
oi dunno how oi got here! I'm at EXPLOOOOOOOOOROR stroit. Yeah.
Oi'm just gonna get a cab to take me back to the Regatta. yeah.
EXPLOOOOOOOROR STROIT. Nah oi dunno where oi am. EXPLOOOROR stroit.
I'm just getting a cab back. fuuuuuuuuck"
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much as the above seems unlikely, not only that, but it continued
in that vein for a good 5 minutes.
Now let's just think about this.
A lone female has ended up outside my window on the corner of EXPLOOOOOOOOOROR
street and my street. This is 15 minutes walk from the Regatta.
Through strange backstreets. This is Sunday night. This is 3am.
How did she get here? Why can't the person on the other end understand
her? Why is she going back to the Regatta when it's 3am on a Sunday
night ffs? So many questions, so little answers.
The real question though, is what ended up happening to her? You've
got to wonder what happens to people like that in everyday life.
You're just sitting in your office and all of a sudden you get a
call. It's your secretary. "Yeah, hi, I'm on Turbot Street
at the moment and I don't know how I got here. How do I get back?
I'll just cab it back shall I?" "Um, yeah, how'd you get
there?" "Dunno. Turbot Street."
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