I went to the "Bra" for a formal cocktail party in one of the units at the southern end once.
The people holding this swaray were friends of my missus ....I'd only met them once at this stage.
I got out of the car and stepped on one tiny little piece of grass before hitting the driveway.
We were first to arrive.
We did the kiss kiss greeting thang, got the tour of the newly reno'd unit and grabbed a drink.
Then the Hostess ( Who was lookin fine) looks down at the nice new white carpet and says "what's that?.... ooh I think I've dropped chocolate".
Shen then bent down and picked up a bit .
Instinctively she brought the supposed "chocolate" up to her nose for confirmation.
Suddenly she re-coiled in horror and said "it's dog shyte"!
Now there is 4 of us all looking at each other.
Slowly the host checks his shoes.....all clear
Slowly the hostess checks her shoes.....all clear
Slowly my missus checks her shoes.....all clear
Then all eyes are on me.
Slowly I raise my foot to scan the bottom of my shoe.....
.
...
tragedy
it was ( of course ) me who had tread in a dog shyte....and a big dog shyte at that.
The rest is a bit of a blur.
I quickly ran downstairs and out a side door.
I found a tap.
I wash dog shyte from shoe.
Ok... not too bad I think.
I go back into foyer of unit block.
Soul of shoe is wet.
Tiled floor.
Down I go .
Head hits tiles.
Stunned but ok.
Big dirt mark on back of formal style "peppermint "shirt.
I start to climb the stairs.
What's that on stairs I think?
yep dogshyte....
on every single step heading right up to the unit door.
I don't live there so I dont give a toss and go back in the door.
O oh
the sight that greeted me next is burnt into my memory.
Hostess on knees in evening gown crying whilst cleaning dog shyte off carpet.
My missus then lets me know how when I was given the grand tour I'd managed to walk dog shyte into every single room of the unit.
Guests start to arrive to the site of all 4 of us cleaning dog shyte of carpet...some even pitched in to help.
Slowly as the night went on and the drinks flowed I felt a bit better.
My missus told me that the hostess was naturally spewing at me and said I'd wrecked her night.
Not because I walked in dog shyte , but because when she had bought to her nose she had touched her face .
She said no matter how many time she washed her hands and face she could still smell it.
...and that is what come to mind when I hear the name Maroubra.
