Bondi Trout

I’m sitting in my local Bondi cafe beavering away on the laptop.

The two Gen Y’s working here are providing great entertainment.

One was telling the other that she watched this great movie last night called ‘Lord of the Rings’.

The other says ‘haven’t heard of it. Is it Disney?’

In reverse, ‘what’s that stuff?’

‘Tartare sauce’.

Ah, to be a goldfish in your mid to late twenties eh?

An obnoxious monied and overweight 50ish local bloke just walked in and asked if they had smoked salmon.

They replied that ‘we have smoked Atlantic trout’.

He ignored that and just repeated his question, this time rudely.

They ignored his rudeness and repeated their incantation on the trout.

Testosterone failed him. He knew he was beaten and went for the trout.