A Cab Charge Court Run and a Beret Hunt (Part 2)

Hailing a Taxi With David

When 11:15 a.m. arrived Jana walked over to me and asked if I could head down to the court house on the corner of Goulburn and Elizabeth Street to file some documents. Of course I agreed to this request and then as I was gearing up Jana told me that I would be sharing a cab there with David who also had to attend some business.

Putting on my suit top and preparing myself Jana handed me the files and to my confusion which was later cleared up with a laugh, one cab charge. Saying goodbye to Najla I headed just around the corner from our little office area and paused for a couple of seconds before David was ready and able to head out. As the both of us made our way to the elevators we held up some small chat but to speak lightly, we can never get along.

David is completely from a different generation than myself and because he’s my senior I can’t seem to associate with him on the same level as I would with someone my own age. Therefore, when we speak it seems as if I’m force-feeding my intentions and it comes across as if I’m trying a touch too hard. There was a bit of unease, at least, I felt it from my angle on the situation.

Making our way down the elevator I watched the peculiar behavior of David unfold as he began walking down the street. Wondering what he was up to I gathered that he wanted to catch a taxi on the intersection so that we could head up the street. However, as we stopped at the corner I wondered when he was possibly going to think about sticking his arm out. “Do you want me to hail a taxi”

I asked concernedly and as he explained his intentions and my assumptions I hailed down a taxi. The reason I did this was because a taxi passed us seconds earlier and as it was gearing to stop David noted “He’s looking at us eagerly but he didn’t stop”. This gave me the assumption that David was just standing there on the corner like a nut waiting for a taxi to stop for him so I decided to take the liberty.

As the taxi slowed down in front of us David waved his hand around to the taxi driver as if to signal that he didn’t want to jump in. David’s reasoning was that he didn’t want to travel around the block before we made our way to the court house, understandable. However, as the taxi driver didn’t bother taking again David uttered “Might as well catch this one” so we jumped in.

David Visits the Court

The senior drove shotgun as I sat comfortably in the back, enjoying the scenery as we made our way to Goulburn Street. When we came to the corner of Goulburn Street and one road down from Kent Street I noticed a cool shop with mad clothes inside. In particular, I was intrigued by a black suave beret in the window and noting that the shop was called ‘The Clothing Rack’ I made it my aim to head there when the filing was complete.

Parking out the front of the court building David filled out the cab charge but another one of his idiosyncrasies was that he forgot to fill out the amount. David finally realized a couple of seconds later in which he then noted “That’s just like giving you a blank cheque isn’t it”. Discarding his worries behind us we jumped into the lifts and as we approached the second floor some magistrates or barristers walked into the elevator.

The two of them had their court wigs on and I wasn’t too surprised when David called them out by name, kicked one playfully in the backside and then started chatting with them. The reason for David’s trip to the court was because he was sent a letter or some sort of fine for speaking rudely or overwhelmingly in the court. David was just coming down to give the judge a piece of his own mind, a word to boot.

Filing for Kelsey

As he chuckled with the barristers he jumped off at the eighth level. My stop was on level nine as I had been to file documents there before. Taking my number and feeling now like an old maid at the procedure I sat myself down in view of a girl who was sitting on the facing seats across the walkway. Her vision to my mind is vague and vivid it would be less in the years to come but I remember she had a nice pink top on and a purplish straight top underneath.

All too stunning she wasn’t but she had the good look with blonde hair, looked Australian, you know the package. The wait until I finally completed the filing looked like a considerable wait and as the minutes passed I sat there calmed without undue stress. When the elevator doors opened next I looked over and noticed Kelsey from work walking out. Keeping my eye on her as she was oblivious to me she came within a couple of steps and then noticed me sitting there.

“Hi how are you, what are you doing here” she asked. Showing her the small amount of filing I had to achieve she told me how she also had some filing to do and then she had to head downstairs for some other court procedures. “Leave the filing with me” I noted, “I’ll get it done for you and then put it back on your desk”. “Oh can you” she graced to my kindly gesture.

“As long as it’s only filing, I should be fine” I uttered having the utmost trust in myself. Kelsey thanked me greatly as she just explained what had to be done and all the files I would get back. Asking me just to put all the files on her desk once back at work she thanked me again in which she headed to the elevator and downstairs.

The filing took a little while to do but I won’t bore you with the details. Rather, I’ll just note that I had a lot of those little court stickers to place on the Subpoenaed documents and after half an hour the procedure was finished. The time kept ticking on and as I had lunch with Aleka at 1:00 p.m. I wasn’t too fazed.

The time was 12:10 p.m. when the filing was finally complete and as I was already late to head back to work due to my helpfulness I pondered whether to head down to the shop just down on Goulburn Street or save it for another day. Considerably, I gathered that if I left it I would probably put that store in the back of my mind and lose it there for a week or two.

Raben Shoe Hunt

Nope, I wanted to get their business card at least so as I headed out of the court building I made my journey down the street. Being a couple of blocks away I noticed a Raben Footwear store on the crossing at George Street and Goulburn Street. Having heard a shop attendant directing me to a Raben Footwear store for great club shoes I held them for their word and headed into the store for a peep. Just looking out into the front windows brought a shock to my eyes. The shoes I could see were fabulous and I always thought Raben Footwear was all schoolboy shoes and grunge apparel, man was I wrong…

Raben Footwear was just as presumed, nothing but a horde of shoes. That of course meant that they catered for a variety of tastes and mine was certainly there. The first style that I noticed there was the long boot that extended all the way to just below the knee. The actual shoe had a thick sole and a bubble at the heel for air. The shoe part itself was like any other normal shoe but the extension to the knee was very loose, almost stretchy.

This catered for an individuals foot to easily fit in and what made these dazzling shoes more amazing was that they zipped up to the knees. The shoes were fantastic but as I had a chat to the assistant I found three things wrong. Firstly, the shoe itself cost $295 so there was no way I was going to spend that much money, even after I haggled down fifteen percent.

Second, the shoes came two sizes too small and because they were important from some far away country like France it was nigh impossible to get my size. Thirdly, it later turned out that they were women’s shoes but as I proclaim much now, it doesn’t matter if it’s labeled men’s or women’s, to me a shoe is unisex until it’s bought.

There were also some other great shoes there, one that resembled the shoes that I wore closely but because I was in a hurry I just took their card and was on my way. “I’ll come back here on Saturday” I pledged as I walked out the door and onto my next store of interest. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t dawdling. I tried to make haste of work’s time in which altogether, I perused in both shops for fifteen minutes, not too long.

A Beret at The Changing Room

Making my entry into ‘The Changing Room’ I wasn’t too sure what to expect but I knew that the clothes in there would be classy. There are two types of club clothing in my books. The type where you can wear casually as well as to clubs which are more for the unripe and naïve clubber just out to have fun. Then you have the more sophisticated and gender separating clothes that really make the man instead of the clubbing stereotype.

These kind of clothes you can wear to a club to look suave as well as out to places like Restaurants and other posh settings. To me, places like Hound Dog and Politix are the starting blocks of maturing my taste of clothes. Clothes from Hound Dog are excellent but they’re more for the experimental people or the keen clubbers who want to look groovy. I’ve made the transition from tracksuit pants to Hound Dog clubbing gear, now I want to make progression to slicker clothes.

These new clothes will really bring out the man in me, make me look more respected and dressed for the occasion at clubs. In my words it is hard to explain the difference between Hound Dog and purchasing a brand like Mook but I’ll just leave it to you to understand and decipher. Anyway, while I was there I tried on the black beret which was made out of some hip groovy material, shinny stuff.

The price tag incurred was $58 but hearing of a $20 sale due to the end of financial year bargains, you can gather I was interested. Having only enough time to try on the beret I asked for her business card in which she didn’t have one so I had her write down details on a piece of paper. The store was owned by Asians and it was hard conversing with her because we would loose each other in the conversion of English. Nevertheless, we got through our little caper and from there I headed outside, caught a taxi and made my way back to work.